It’s 1964 — and it’s been exactly four months since Matty died. Nobody talked about it. It’s like he’d faded from existence. Maybe because even when he was alive, he’d been a nobody to most people. Except Lily Bainbridge. Poor girl — they were close. It’s like she was being haunted. One night, after an emotional conversation about her father, she goes to take a bath. A noise. Singing.