I Hired A Man To Mow My Daughter’s Lawn And He Heard Crying From Below The House

to get there. Jesse was waiting beside his mower, looking relieved the moment he saw me.

“I’m glad you’re here.”

“You stayed outside?”

“Yes, sir.”

He pointed toward the backyard.

“It comes and goes.”

As if on command, another faint cry drifted through the afternoon air. My arms prickled.

“I hear it,” I said.

Jesse exhaled.

“I thought I was imagining it.”

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