I Visited My Husband’s Grave Every Day – Until I Found a Shivering Girl There Holding His Photo

But that morning, I noticed something slumped beneath the trees.

At first, I thought it was discarded clothes or maybe a forgotten blanket someone had left behind.

Then it shifted.

A young girl, in a thin jacket, knees pulled to her chest, and her head resting against the tree like she’d fallen asleep sitting up. She looked about 14 years old.

I stood, brushed the frost from my coat, and walked toward her, each step pressing down on old snow and new questions.

“Ma’am.”

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