Harold’s anger whenever someone came near him.
The strange smell in the courtyard one summer.
The way he always watched Lily whenever she entered a room.
On the night Lily disappeared, Daniel remembered seeing Harold washing his truck in the rain.
Back then it meant nothing.
Now it meant everything.
The whole city changed.
People who had whispered that Lily had run away bowed their heads. Some came to Margaret’s house with food. Some apologized. Others couldn’t even look her in the eye.
Because for fifteen years they had buried Lily twice.
First in the earth.
