I Stumbled Upon a Headstone in the Woods and Saw My Childhood Photo on It – I Was Sh0cked When I Found out the Truth

My wife, Lily, our eight-year-old son Ryan, and our Doberman, Brandy, were still getting used to the cold. After sixteen years in Texas, though, I welcomed the sharp bite of morning air in my lungs, the muffled crunch of pine needles beneath my boots, and the anonymity of living somewhere no one knew our history.

“This place smells like Christmas,” Lily had said on our first morning, standing barefoot by the back door in an oversized flannel.