He looked away too late.
That was when instinct finally beat grief. I slipped the phone into my clutch, tucked the key into my sleeve, and turned back toward the mourners with the same numb expression they expected from me. I didn’t run. Running creates witnesses. I just leaned toward my husband, Colin, and said I felt faint. He offered to come with me. I said no. Too quickly. His face changed for half a second.
Too much concern can be just as suspicious as too little.
On the way to my car, Dean called after me, asking where I was going. Natalie took a step like she might follow. Richard barked at her to let me breathe. It sounded protective. It felt coordinated.
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Unit 16 was ten minutes away at a self-storage property my mother had rented under a company I didn’t recognize. I knew that because I checked the tiny number engraved on the key fob before I started the engine. I also knew something else by the time I pulled out of the cemetery gates.
If that coffin was empty, then the funeral wasn’t for my mother.
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It was for whoever they needed me to believe was gone.
The storage facility sat behind a chain-link fence on the industrial side of town, the kind of place no one noticed unless they were hiding furniture, records, or a second life. Unit 16 was in the back row. The lock opened smoothly, like it had been tested recently.
It was an office.
A folding table. Two metal chairs. A battery lantern. Three bankers boxes. A garment bag hanging from a pipe. A prepaid phone. And in the center of the table, a manila envelope with my name written in my mother’s sharp slanted handwriting.
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Ellery.
I opened it with shaking fingers.
If you are reading this, I was right not to trust the people standing closest to my grave.
That was the first line.
The second line was worse.
Do not call your husband. Do not go back to the house. Do not let Richard, Dean, or Colin know you found this unit.
I sat down because my knees stopped being reliable.
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