Natalie typed the sentence slowly and posted it beneath the screenshot before she could talk herself out of it. Within ten minutes, it had been shared hundreds of times, and Tyler’s own post had quietly disappeared. Her phone filled with messages from cousins she had not heard from in years, all asking the same thing. Was it true?

Then the phone rang, and the name on the screen was Aunt Ruth, her grandmother’s sister, who had not spoken to Natalie’s parents in nineteen years. Natalie answered. Ruth’s voice shook. “Keep that gate camera running, and do not let anyone inside before I arrive,” she said. “Your grandmother left something with me, and your parents never knew.” Natalie looked at Mark, who was already pulling on his shoes.