The Secret My Mother Buried

ears ago on Widow's Pe

hen rangers declared him dead, buryin

t, the back door creake

re

in dirt, radiating a preternatural chill

whispered, "That is not your father,"

aged pages filled with warnings, and a chilling pho

n what looked like blood, screamed

ld sha

was

hen who was she, the woman who r

e chilling 'Hollow Man' in my living room to the twisted truth of my famil