Each year, my son planted sunflowers in memory of his twin sister who passed away—then one morning, we discovered them all cut down, with a white box left behind.

turn it into money.

Emily sat beside her grandmother, twisting her hands in her lap. She looked frightened and ashamed, though she hadn’t done anything wrong.

She told us Vince had mud on his shoes when he took the photo.

She remembered a white ribbon sticking out of his pocket.

That was when I stopped feeling only heartbroken.

I got angry.

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