The Cruelest Lie

VANCE’S POV

She turns and walks back up the path toward the house, and the lights are on — warm yellow through old windows, the house glowing against the Swiss dusk like somewhere people lived and loved and were happy, which is the cruelest lie a house can tell.

I glance toward the cemetery. Sienna is still at her mother’s grave, lost in her own grief. She doesn’t know what I’m holding. She doesn’