My son didn’t show up at my wife’s funeral. Hours …

still in my phone, but this had to be some kind of sick joke.

Maybe David had somehow gotten access to her phone. Maybe it was a delayed message that had been stuck in some server somewhere. But the timestamp showed it had just been sent.

Helen saw my face go white. Robert, what is it? I showed her the message.

She looked at it for a long moment, then continue reading …