“Promise me you’ll leave it alone.”
I didn’t promise. I just nodded.
Around two in the morning, I heard it. A scraping sound, slow and deliberate, coming from her side of the fence.
I got up and walked to the window.
There was a figure in her yard, and it seemed too tall and broad to be her. It was moving something heavy under a blue tarp toward her side door.
“Karen,” I whispered. “Karen, wake up.”
“What?”
“There’s someone in her yard.”
“Probably her son or something. Come back to bed.”
“She doesn’t have anyone visit her. Ever.”
