Chapter 5

Silas's POV

Silas was stacking the chairs when he noticed his wife's tin was gone from beside the tap.

The wet circle it had left was still dark on the paving. A thread of rust ran from the circle toward the drain, narrow enough to miss unless someone knew the tin had stood there.

He fitted another folded chair against his hip and carried it toward the storeroom. The metal legs struck the doorframe, and the sound turned two departing families toward him.

He lifted one hand to show there was no damage. They continued down the path with their…