He had called her earlier and heard her say she was at Memorial Cemetery, realizing she must have gone to see Gabriel Muller.
She had mistaken him for her brother, and he hadn't corrected her; knowing full well that if she realized it was him, she would never have let him come!
Skillfully turning the steering wheel, his phone chimed with an Instagram notification. She was the only account he had set to special alerts. Did she make a post?
Taking advantage of a red light, he opened the app and refreshed his feed. It really was her.
The content was deeply sorrowful. She must be suffering out there all alone. At the thought of her pain, he slammed on the accelerator and sped toward the cemetery.
Half an hour later, Evelyn heard a car horn and looked up. It was a familiar black Lamborghini, not her brother's vehicle.
What was going on? How did he get here?
She looked down at her phone, opening her call history to check.
