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

I held up a hand.

He hesitated, then nodded once.

“Five minutes. If I don’t hear from you, I call it in.”

She stirred slowly, her eyes red-rimmed and drowsy.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” she said.

Her breath made thin clouds in the air. “I didn’t mean to… I just needed to rest.

I was looking for someone here.”

“Here? In the cemetery?” I asked, stopping a few feet away from her. “Are you alone, hon?”

“My mom doesn’t live here.

I ran away yesterday.”

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