Chapter 34
The raised and cracked soil of his wife's grave was as perfect as any special effects prop Leo had ever seen, as if a gifted artist had copied Igor’s photos down to the last detail. And in the center, in the highest point, where Maria's silent heart should be resting six feet under the dirt, was a perfectly round, pitch black hole no bigger than a quarter.
"What does..." Leo said, stopping to force air into his frozen lungs. "What is this?"
"Was she buried properly, Leo?" Igor stood, brushed off his pants, and held out his hand.
Leo let him pull him up and sat heavily on uneven concrete steps a few feet away.
"You saw the coffin as clearly as I did," Leo said.
His ears rang in time with his pounding heart even as his mind struggled to find some kind of explanation. Any exp
