She called Elena. The phone clicked and then she heard a voice so soft it could have been mistaken for dried paper rustling. "I’m coming," Elena said.
Mara watched Elena's hands fold over and then unfold at the table as if refolding something she couldn't decide to keep. She had the mortuary’s checklist in her head: signatures, IDs, chain of custody. She had the legal forms in front of her. But she also had Noah’s note, and the way he had used the word reclaim. the mortuary assistant fitgirl repack new
Elena's jaw tightened. "Noah told me—he told me to keep it," she said. She called Elena