After reading the letter a second time, I found the sadness was still there, but other emotions were now finding their way to the surface. Sympathy. Disbelief. Anger. Anger that Rip Graves Sr. hadn’t spoken to his children while he was still alive, and anger at Constance for not sharing her father’s final words. So many lives could have turned out differently if Constance had followed through on her father’s wishes. Maybe she had tried, but if I were to guess, I didn’t think any of her siblings had read this letter.

Now came the question of what I was supposed to do with it. The letter needed to be shared, but how was I supposed to do that without implicating my family any further? And speaking of my family, there was nothing here that would clear Nora. This letter had been hidden from Constance’s siblings, so it couldn’t even contribute to a motive.

I restacked the papers, meaning to put them all back, when I realized there was another file tightly wedged in the bottom of the box. I pried it out and placed it on my lap.

I gasped softly when I read the stamp at the top of the page.

Evenfall Town Records.

It was proof of ownership for six burial spots in the Graves Family plot. Rippert and Catherine Graves had already been buried in two, but there were four more for their children. Given the historic nature of the graveyard, it was still owned and operated by the town.

It all looked pretty straightforward.

Constance must have inherited ownership of the plot along with the rest of the estate.

I flipped the page. There was an addendum attached.

It took a moment to sort through the legalese, but once I had, I jumped to my feet, sending the other files sliding to the floor. The addendum stipulated that, other than Constance, no other person was allowed to be buried in the Graves’s family plot. Rippert and Catherine had obviously wanted their children to be buried in the family gravesite, so it was a cruel move on Constance’s part, but I knew she could be cruel. She had proved that by not sharing her father’s letter. I also knew this addendum would anger all of the Graves siblings, but if I was right, it would have upset one of them much more than the others.

But it wasn’t possible.

Not unless . . .

My blood ran cold. I had done it again. Or rather, before. I had missed something right in front of me!

I stuffed all the papers back into the box.

I had to go. Right now.

If I was right, it would change everything.

Chapter 40

I pedaled through the empty streets, cold wind once again rushing over my face.

I twisted the handles of my bike, wanting to wring my own neck.

I had been so sure. I hadn’t even questioned it.

As I neared my destination, I guided my bike up off the road onto the sidewalk, bumping over the cracks I had caused just the other day. I skidded to a stop.