I always thought Mrs. Cardell was just a sweet, lonely widow—until I caught her digging furiously in her yard at 2 a.m. The next morning, she sat calmly on her porch, dirt under her nails, a strange light in her eyes. “Looking for something?” I asked, half-joking. She leaned forward, eyes narrowing like she was deciding whether or not to tell me the truth. Then she said...
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