Chapter 1: The Wrong Man in the Casket
She arrived late to her only son's funeral and stood in front of the grave to stop them from burying him!
When she demanded they open the casket, her daughter-in-law's face confessed a betrayal worse than death!
"If you lower that box without me seeing my son, you are going to have to throw dirt on me too."
Mrs.
Clara Vance's voice cracked across the cemetery.
Veronica, her daughter-in-law, went pale.
Clara was sixty-nine, her shawl twisted around her shoulders, dirt on her shoes, an old photograph pressed against her chest.
She had taken the first bus from her small farm near Waco to Dallas after a neighbor sent her an audio message the night before.
"Mrs.
Clara...
forgive me, but I saw on Facebook that they're burying your son tomorrow."
Her only son.
Leonard Vance.
A civil engineer.
A partner in a construction firm.
The grown man who still called his mother to ask whether the garlic went into the rice before the onion.
Clara had called seventeen times — Leonard, Veronica, his office, the company's lawyer.
Nobody answered.
By the time she reached the cemetery, Leonard's casket was already suspended above the grave.
White lilies and huge wreaths surrounded it.
Two men in suits kept checking their watches.
No wake.
No funeral Mass.
No chance for Leonard's relatives from the farm to say goodbye.
Everything looked arranged to have him buried before noon.
Veronica stood beside the grave in a fitted black dress and dark glasses.
"Mrs.
Clara, please," she said.
"Leonard wanted this done quickly."
Clara gave a bitter laugh.
"My son wanted to be buried without anybody telling his mother?"
"You two hadn't spoken in months."
"Because you filled his head with poison."
Several employees from Leonard's construction firm lowered their eyes.
A young lawyer wiped his neck with a handkerchief even though the morning was cool.
Clara looked directly at Veronica.
"Tell me how he died."
No answer.
"Was it an accident?"
Silence.
"Was he sick?"
One of Leonard's business partners glanced toward the exit.
Clara's voice sharpened.
"Where is the death certificate?"
Veronica stepped closer to the casket.
"The body was badly damaged.
You don't want to see him like that."
Clara moved toward her.
"I cleaned his bl00d when he split his forehead open as a child.
I carried him through fevers.
I closed his father's eyes.
A mother knows her son."
Veronica's mouth trembled.
Only once.
Clara caught it.
"Open it."
"No."
"Open it, Veronica."
"I SAID NO!"
Her scream stopped the gravediggers.
One of them dropped his shovel.
Lawrence Cobb, the senior partner at Leonard's firm, leaned toward Veronica.
"Just do it.
People are recording."
Several phones were already raised.
Veronica looked around and clenched her jaw.
"Fine.
But whatever she sees is on her."
The funeral director pulled the wreath from the lid and reached for the latches.
First latch.
Clack.
Veronica's fists tightened.
Second latch.
Clack.
The young lawyer stepped back.
Third latch.
Clack.
Clara whispered a prayer as the lid rose.
A sharp odor escaped.
Veronica covered her nose.
Clara didn't move.
Inside lay a man wearing Leonard's blue suit.
Leonard's watch was on his wrist.
His wedding ring was on his finger.
Around his neck was the St.
Christopher medal Clara had given her son when he graduated from college.
But the face belonged to someone else.
The man was older, with a long scar across his cheek.
Clara stared at him.
"That is not my son."
Veronica stumbled backward.
"The accident deformed him."
"Lie."
Clara reached into the casket and pulled up the man's sleeve.
Leonard had carried a burn scar on his arm since he was nine.
This man had no such mark.
Clara turned on Veronica.
"Where is my boy?"
Veronica spun toward the cemetery path.
Clara grabbed the back of her dress before she could get away.
"Tell me where he is!"
Veronica jerked free, and her purse slipped from her arm.
It struck the ground and burst open.
Keys.
Cosmetics.
Documents.
And a phone.
The phone began ringing beside Clara's dirt-covered shoes.
The screen lit up with two words:
Leonard Office
Clara bent down, picked up Veronica's phone, and slid her thumb across the answer button.
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That is not her son in that casket — so where is Leonard, and what has Veronica been hiding?
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