Rain clouds gathered as she worked, the air thick with static. She whispered an apology to Sam for turning his resting place into a stakeout. “I just need to know,” she said softly. Her reflection in the polished stone looked like someone she didn’t recognize. She was tired, frightened, and still searching.
That night, she kept her phone beside her bed, the camera app open. Each time the wind howled, she checked for notifications. Hours slipped by, uneventful, until near dawn when the motion alert flashed. But when she opened the feed, only darkness moved across the frame like breath.