After a second, Richie looked up, squinting.
“Honey, why would a dead man send you to his backyard?”
“I… He wants me to dig the area by his apple tree.”
My daughter’s voice drifted from inside. “Mom! Where’s the bubble-gum cereal?”
Richie gave me a worried look. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know, Rich. It’s… strange. I barely knew him.”
My husband squeezed my shoulder.
Gemma called again, louder. “Mom!”
I snapped back to the kitchen, dropping the letter onto the table.
“It’s in the cabinet next to the fridge, Gem. Don’t add sugar.”
