I kissed my wife goodbye in her coffin—then found a navy button in her hand that belonged to my brother, and everything changed

up.

Rodrigo stepped back.

“What are you doing?”

“Saying goodbye to my wife.”

A murmur rippled through the chapel.

“This button was in Camila’s hand when I came home. Not in a report. Not in an evidence bag. In her hand. She tore it off the person who was with her right before she died.”

Rodrigo forced a laugh.

“That proves nothing.”

“Not yet.”

I nodded toward continue reading …