The thought of Alejandro and Claudia parading a stolen little tableau across their grave, using the memory of the two people who had loved me best as a stage for their cheap victory, made my blood run genuinely cold.

There were things I would let them take.

That was not one of them.

Chapter 10 — Father Thomas

The moment Claudia’s heels clicked away down the corridor, I called Father Thomas.

Father Thomas was a longtime friend of my family, a gentle and unshakeable man who oversaw the parish adjacent to the cemetery where my parents rested, and who had said the words over both their graves.