“You think he’s cheating on your late daughter’s memory?”

“No,” Ellard said quietly.

“I think it’s worse than that.”

Chapter 6 — The Urn

That evening, up in the attic, digging through old family boxes for a reason he couldn’t have named, Ellard took down the brass urn from the high shelf — the urn that was supposed to hold what was left of Sidonie.

The threaded lid gave way far too easily.