Zack cradled the urn, dazed, barely aware of how he'd left the crematorium or trudged back to the home he'd shared with Claire.
The house stood eerily empty. The prized train model that had once crowned the cabinet, Claire's most treasured possession, was gone. The memory of its destruction shredded his heart like broken glass.
Her packed duffel lay by the bedroom bed, stuffed with clothes and documents. She really had been leaving. And he'd killed her by locking her in that cell. But why had it caught fire? He'd explicitly ordered Hannah to check on her daily.
"To the Pierce estate, now!" Zack snapped, surging to his feet. Daniel, ever at his heels, wordlessly revved the car in the courtyard.
By the time they returned, the banquet guests had scattered. Only Margaret remained in the pa
