The entity wore David's face but spoke with authority that transcended the child's voice. Before it could continue, my phone vibrated. Albert's name appeared on the screen.
Albert. My husband who thought I was dead. Who I had not spoken to in three months.
"Answer it," the entity said. "This should be entertaining."
I answered. Put it on speaker because hiding anything now seemed pointless.
"Eva?" Albert's voice was raw. Broken. "They told me you were alive. Federal agents showed up at my office with recordings. With evidence. With proof you faked your death and have been organizing criminal conspiracy for three months."
"Albert, I can explain—"
"Can you? Can you explain why I buried an empty casket? Why I grieved for three months while you were alive? Why Grace thinks her mother is
