At 82, I was shaken when a storm shattered my living room window. Thankfully, my neighbor Carl, who often helps with repairs, came over right away. He fixed the window, tightened a few hinges, and made sure I felt safe before leaving. Still, something about his hurried manner felt slightly unusual to me. I brushed it off but couldn’t quite forget the feeling.
Later that evening, while watering my garden, I noticed a patch of soil near the fence that looked freshly turned. It caught my eye because it stood out from the rest of the yard. The neatness of it made me wonder if Carl had dropped something during his repairs. Curiosity nudged me forward, not fear. Sometimes small mysteries ask to be uncovered.
