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

room, he was half asleep.

“Grandma?” he mumbled.

“I’m here, baby.”

His eyes moved to Jacob and Rachel. “Who are they?”

I sat beside him and took his hand. “People your grandpa helped a long time ago.”

Max frowned. “Did you sell Grandpa’s ring?”

Jacob stepped forward before I could answer. He opened his palm.

“Who are they?”

The ring sat there, warm from his continue reading …