“You were supposed to be on that boat with them.”

He went absolutely still.

He looked like a man seeing a ghost on his own porch, and in a way he was — his dead brother’s voice had just come back out of a lost phone, and he knew, instantly, that the thing he had buried for six years had come up out of the ground.

“I changed my mind,” he whispered finally, and his voice cracked down the middle.

“On Sunday morning.