Was it legit?
Oh, she bet.
Oddly, she felt like that in her home now, so she knew and understood that feeling.
Crazy, huh?
She was curious.
“Can I go over there?” she asked, wanting to get a closer look.
The man shrugged.
“Sure. Just don’t step on the flowers. They are like my babies.”
Oh, she wouldn’t.
The last thing she wanted was the man on edge. She’d managed to keep him calm so far.
As they went over, Elizabeth saw a grave that was still mostly dirt. She looked at the temporary grave marker.
‘Lory Vanbruggen.’
For some reason, she was drawn to the dead flowers and the still showing dirt.
“When did she get buried?” she asked, seeing that she died not that long ago.
He thought about it.
“Maybe it was over a week ago to two weeks,” he said. “I think it was on a weekend when I wasn’t here. I don’t normally put flowers in the ground until the permanent marker goes in. I’ll be cleaning up the grave later this week.”
Only, she was hyper-focused on one thing.
She noticed it was still dirt and no grass.
That made her curious.
She remembered from when she buried Sam, the grass started growing pretty fast—as in days later. The grass had sprouted before the flowers that they’d placed there had died.
But not here.
It was still dirt, but with dead flowers.
“Does it always take so long for grass to grow?” she asked, thinking about it.
That one little fact was bothering her, and she didn’t know why.
He shook his head.
“No, usually, it’s much quicker.”
Then, he was focused on something else.
“Those are the graves of the people who were bothered,” he said, moving toward them.
They were right by the tree line, but Elizabeth couldn’t help but focus on Lory’s grave.
She picked up the dirt in her fingers, and stared at it.
