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

A man in a reflective vest came up the path, snow crunching under his boots. A groundskeeper, clipboard in hand.

His eyes flicked to the girl, then back to me.

“She been out here all night?”

Her shoulders tightened like she expected to be dragged away.

“I just found her,” I said.

“I have to report minors on cemetery property,” he said, already pulling out his phone.

“It’s policy. I’m not trying to be a jerk, but I can’t ignore it.”

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