"Which cemetery?"
My voice comes out sharp before Nathaniel even finishes handing me the phone. The photo of Sebastian getting into his car, with the silver music box still glowing on the screen, serves as proof that every room in this story has another door behind it.
Nathaniel swipes once and brings up a map. "Rosehill. East side. The old family mausoleum."
Julian is already turning toward the hall. "Then we go now."
Mary makes a weak sound from the bed. I turn back. Her eyes are wet and frightened in a way I have not seen before, not even when she first woke up. "He cannot open it there," she says.
Elias steps closer to the bed. "Why not?"
Mary grips the blanket so tightly her knuckles turn pale. "Because the false bottom only opens with pressure from both sides. Your mother built
