Caleb shook his head frantically. “I didn’t bring water! I brought flowers! I didn’t bury anything in the soil! Mr. Harper, I left the lilies right on top of the stone and left.” Daniel stared at him, the anger in his chest converting into a cold dread. “If you didn’t leave the water… and you didn’t bury the letter… then who did?”
Caleb swallowed hard, looking down at the linoleum floor. He hesitated, rubbing his neck nervously. “What?” Daniel demanded. “What aren’t you telling me?” “I don’t know if it means anything,” Caleb whispered, looking up. “But… about a month before Emma and I split up, she called me from her job at the clinic.