It was definitely not Christopher.

The man inside was decades older.

Martha stepped closer to the edge of the box.

Her mind struggled to comprehend what her eyes were seeing.

She looked at the man’s hands first.

Her husband had spent his youth working hard outdoors, and he had a distinct thick callus along his right thumb from holding carpenter tools.

His left pinky finger was permanently bent inward from a farm machinery accident that occurred before Christopher was born.

The dead man inside the casket had that exact same bent pinky finger.