Chapter 4

Ten years ago, Chad took Eleanor across the street for ice cream. As they were crossing back, a speeding truck ran the red light and hit them.

I was standing helplessly on the other side, watching everything unfold.

That memory haunted me forever.

I forced myself to hold it together as I finished arranging the funerals for Chad and Eleanor. Drowning in grief and ready to give up everything, I happened to run into Charles on the street and found his folder lying on the sidewalk.

Not really thinking, I opened it up, only to find the entire folder packed…