My Elderly Neighbor D!ed — After His Funeral, I Received a Letter From Him Revealing

There is something buried beneath the old apple tree in my yard. It has been there for forty years. It belongs to you now. You deserve to know the truth.

That was it.

No explanation.

No signature.

Just enough to make it impossible to ignore.

Richie didn’t like it.

“Let’s think about this,” he said, reading it twice. “This is… strange. You don’t even know what you’re digging up.”

“I know,” I said.

But something inside me had already decided.

“I have to go.”