I was always told to stay out of the old garden behind the house. My parents kept saying it was unsafe, overgrown, and full of thorns. I believed them, as children believe their parents. When I grew up and moved back into the family home after they passed away, I decided to clear out that forgotten space. I wanted to reclaim it, make it mine. While I worked, my shovel hit something hard. As I dug deeper, I uncovered a small, old box. Inside were tiny bones, neatly arranged, and a locket with a picture of a baby. And then it hit me. My heart started racing, and from the depths of my memory, something resurfaced that I had long…

I was always told to stay out of the old garden behind the house. My parents kept saying it was unsafe, overgrown, and full of thorns. I believed them, as children believe their parents. When I grew up and moved back into the family home after they passed away, I decided to clear out that forgotten space. I wanted to reclaim it, make it mine. While I worked, my shovel hit something hard. As I dug deeper, I uncovered a small, old box. Inside were tiny bones, neatly arranged, and a locket with a picture of a baby. And then it hit me. My heart started racing, and from the depths of my memory, something resurfaced that I had long…

I was always told to stay out of the old garden behind the house. My parents kept saying it was unsafe, overgrown, and full of thorns. I believed them, as children believe their parents. When I grew up and moved back into the family home after they passed away, I decided to clear out that forgotten space. I wanted to reclaim it, make it mine. While I worked, my shovel hit something hard. As I dug deeper, I uncovered a small, old box. Inside were tiny bones, neatly arranged, and a locket with a picture of a baby. And then it hit me. My heart started racing, and from the depths of my memory, something resurfaced that I had long…