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

children pretended not to notice I hadn’t served myself dinner.

“Mommy, aren’t you eating?” Noah asked, his small face pale beneath the kitchen light.

I smiled and reached across the table to wipe sauce from his chin. “I ate earlier, sweetheart.”

My oldest, Lily, looked down immediately.

At thirteen, she was old enough to know I was lying.

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