The Little Girl Who Shattered the Lie
Two years later, on a quiet Saturday like any other, Michael was wiping dust from the tombstones when he heard a timid voice behind him.
“Sir… excuse me… sir?”
He turned sharply, irritated by the interruption.
A tiny girl—thin, in faded clothes, shoes falling apart—stood with her hands clasped nervously.
“What is it?” he asked, harsher than he meant to.