The Lawn Worker Heard Crying in My Basement and I Knew Something Was Wrong

you, but there’s something out here I think you should hear.”

My hand went still around the mug.

“There’s crying,” he said quietly. “Coming from your basement. It’s been going on a while now. Real soft, like somebody who doesn’t want to be noticed.”

I moved to the kitchen window. Gary was standing beside his mower on the front path, phone pressed to his continue reading …