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

was useless and lived across town. He grunted over the phone, “I’ll come when I can,” and hung up.

It had started raining. Not hard, but steady enough to soak through my hoodie. I sat on the front step of my building, hugging my knees, trying not to cry from pure exhaustion.

About 20 minutes later, I heard footsteps.

A plastic cup appeared in front of continue reading …