Darkness grasped the overcast sky and squeezed out a few more rain showers. Callum drove around while I collected myself. When the tears finally stopped, I directed him to the graveyard. He didn't argue, but his lips pushed together like he was fighting the urge.
I held Gretchen's picture in my lap and fiddled with the broken frame until it came apart. How could someone so pretty be so evil? I flipped the picture over, and small, neat letters lined the top. December 1995 . 3 months along with my Trinity gifts.
"Three months along." I pointed to the words so Callum could see. "Was she pregnant?"
Callum glanced at the back of the photo, then pulled in front of the graveyard. "With Trinity trees or what?"
"Babies." Trinity babies. Oak, ash, and hawthorn. Three. Triplets. I tossed the
