“Where is my boy?”

Valerie spun around toward the paved cemetery path to run away.

Martha reached out and grabbed the back of her designer dress before she could escape.

“Tell me where my son is!” Martha demanded fiercely.

Valerie jerked herself free with sudden force, causing her designer purse to slip off her arm and strike the hard ground.

The leather bag burst open upon impact, scattering car keys, expensive cosmetics, legal documents, and a sleek smartphone across the dirt.

The phone immediately began ringing right beside Martha’s dirty shoes.