Chapter 1
I mowed the lawn for the 82-year-old widow next door — the following morning, a sheriff knocked on my door with a request that made my blood run cold.
I was 34 weeks pregnant and entirely by myself.
My ex, Brian, disappeared the moment I told him I was expecting, leaving me with a mortgage and financial burdens that I could barely handle without spiraling into dread. For months, I had been buried under a mountain of unpaid bills.
Last Tuesday hit like an all-time low.
It was 95 degrees. My back hurt incessantly. And I had just received the news — foreclosure was now officially underway.
I stepped out of the house because I felt like I couldn't breathe.
That’s when I saw Mrs. Whitaker.
She was 82, had recently lost her husband, and was struggling to maneuver a rusty mower through grass that had grown nearly to her knees.
I should have just retreated inside. My own problems were mounting. But I couldn't ignore it.
I walked over, carefully took the mower away from her, told her to take a seat, and spent the next three hours cutting her grass.
My ankles were swollen, my clothes were drenched in sweat, and I had to stop several times just to work through the pain.
When I was finally done, she held my hand.
“You’re such a kind person,” she said softly. “Always remember that.”
I didn't think much of it.
That night, I barely managed to sleep.
Then, early the next morning, I was jolted awake by the sound of sirens.
Right outside MY home.
My heart dropped into my shoes.
There was a sharp, urgent knock at my door.
When I opened it, a sheriff was standing there.
Two patrol cars were parked behind him.
“Ma’am,” he said in a flat tone. “We need to ask you a few questions concerning Mrs. Whitaker.”
My stomach tightened in alarm.
“What happened?”
He didn't give an immediate answer.
“She was found dead this morning.”
Everything suddenly felt eerily quiet.
“I… I just helped her out yesterday,” I whispered.
His face remained expressionless.
“We know,” he said. “That’s EXACTLY WHY we’re here.”
My legs began to wobble.
“Did I do something wrong? I only mowed her lawn—”
“Then you won’t mind explaining THIS,” he interrupted.
He pointed a finger at my MAILBOX.
My blood turned cold.
“Go ahead,” he said. “Open it yourself.”
My hands were shaking so badly that I could barely pry the lid open.
I had no clue what I was about to find.
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But the moment I saw it—
I SCREAMED.
