I Stumbled Upon a Headstone in the Woods and Saw My Childhood Photo on It – I Was Shocked When I Learned the Truth
We had only lived in Maine for a few weeks when everything changed. After years in Texas, the cold should have felt harsh, but instead it felt cleansing—pine-sharp air, slow winter light, and a quiet that made the whole town seem gentler. Lily seemed lighter too, wrapped in my flannel shirt that first morning, whispering…