Chapter 4

I scoffed at the far-flung connection. Despite how cheesy she’d sounded for saying, “Nice boys shouldn’t see executions,” she’d warned me attending the execution was an emotional trigger for me. Given my sobs were already loud enough to cause a scene, it seemed she was right, and that was the last thing I needed.

An icy sensation crawled up my back. Great, another reminder of the impending snowy season.

“Are you okay?” a voice called out.

I spun around, frantically wiping my eyes.

A man a couple of inches taller than me and dressed in a tailcoat, T-shirt, and shorts, stood in front of me, gripping what appeared to be a locket in his hand. He wore a half mask that didn’t inspire much confidence as it made his identity a mystery.

Guessing the person’s age wasn’t hard even if half of his face was covered by a mask. His wrinkle-free skin meant he must have only been a couple of years older than me at most.

“Can I help you?” I asked.