My Neighbor Dug Holes in His Backyard Every Weekend – Then the Police Suddenly Arrived One Morning

the only sound in the room.

I took the slip from his hand without looking at him.

I walked to the front door, the velvet box still in hand. I drove without thinking and ended up at the cemetery. Emily’s headstone looked smaller than I remembered, the letters of her name softened by a decade of weather.

A part of me wanted to tear it in half.

I sat in continue reading …