Her attention fell to the inscription engraved on the tombstone.
OUR BELOVED DAUGHTER
ANITA MARIE ADAMS
1868 – 1880
She read no further, stunned by recognition. Where was the body? Why wasn’t it buried? What were they waiting for?
Anita Marie knew the answers to these questions now.
“Oh, sweetheart! Shhh! It’s okay! You’re just having a bad dream.”
“I’m scared, mother!”
“There’s nothing to be afraid of! I’m here! Don’t worry honey. Lay down now. Let me cover you up.”
A shovelful of dirt plopped on her face. She jerked her head forward, blinded, and vomiting black earth.
Another shovelful followed.