I swallowed hard, trying to make sense of her words. “What do you mean, Lily?”

She sat up slowly, still clutching the photograph of Dad to her chest. “He talks to me in dreams. He says there’s something we need to find. Something that will bring him back.”

Rebecca let out a strangled sound, drawing both our gazes. Her hands trembled as she clutched the back of a chair for support. “Please, Lily,” she whispered, “don’t…”

“Don’t what?” I demanded, my voice rising despite myself. The tension in the room was palpable, a living thing that threatened to engulf us all. “What is it she knows, Rebecca?”