My cell phone lay flat on the side table beside Evelyn’s reading glasses.

Every two or three minutes the screen lit up green with new notifications.

I picked it up and scrolled down the list.

There were eighteen texts and seven missed calls from people I’d known for more than ten years.

The first text came from Arthur Henderson, who lived across the street from the Lakeview house.

‘Robert, Melissa phoned my wife this afternoon.

We are very troubled by the way you are treating Brandon.