Before I could respond, she shoved a yellow envelope into my hand.
“And don’t tell anyone in your family.”
I stared at her.
“What?”
But Claire was already backing away into the crowd.
My heart started pounding.
Across the cemetery, my sister Vanessa stood beneath a black umbrella staring directly at me.
Not grieving.
Watching.
The moment our eyes met, something cold crawled down my spine.