“Bill.” John tipped his hat to William Carr Jr., beloved husband and father, to Sunny’s right. Bill had been a thoroughly decent man, the sort John had never quite been able to be, and the heart murmur that killed him was a crying shame.

John looked at the earth to the left of Sunny’s grave. It had been disturbed, as if for a burial, but the edges were also ragged and it was rather shallow.

“Maybe she left something down in there?” John mused. He was able to clamber down fairly easily into the hole. Pawing through the dirt revealed nothing but loose stones, but a sound a moment later caused him to jump back.

“Hello? Is anybody there?” The shout, muffled, was coming from the other side of the dirt – the occupied grave.

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