Chapter 439

Liam squatted down and studied the wooden plaque carefully. There was no doubt that this was Quentin's handwriting. He had been one of the most favored children in the Lambert family, and Quentin had personally taught him how to write. Liam could recognize Quentin's lettering instantly. He brushed some of the snow away from around the grave marker and called over his shoulder, "Dr. Coleman, this isn't someone from your family, right? Is it someone from mine? But why didn't my dad ever mention we have a relative buried out here?" Wyatt's expression stiffened, his gaze darting away. "Liam, come on. Snow's picking up again. If we don't get moving, the path up the mountain will be impossible." But Liam wasn't ready to let it go. He leaned in, squinting at the smaller lettering near the bottom of the plaque, until Wyatt suddenly tugged him upright by the basket strap on his back. "That's enough. Quentin never mentioned this person to you, so clearly, they weren't important. Let's go,