the strangest part of the situation.
Then I looked down at the hole beside him.
My stomach tightened again.
“Greg… why are you burying a kitten?”
His eyes widened.
“What? No! I’m not burying anything.”
He dropped the shovel.
“Listen.”
I frowned.
At first, I heard nothing.
Then a tiny cry came from somewhere underneath the wooden garden border.
My anger disappeared instantly.
“What was that?”
“Her sibling.”
Greg pointed toward a narrow opening beneath the edging.
“I don’t know if it’s a boy or girl yet. They were nesting
