That’s when he told me the truth. He’d never left town. His father, slipping into senility, had confessed a strange family story: that Adam’s great-grandfather had been buried behind the lake house — secretly, after a scandal robbed him of a proper funeral. Adam hadn’t believed it at first. But something about the story haunted him, so he dug. And what he found was real — bones wrapped in old cloth, the skull staring up through layers of time.
Trembling, Adam shared the rest. The man buried there — Samuel — had loved a married woman, and the affair ruined him. Banished by the town, denied a resting place, he vanished from history. But the woman he loved gave him one final mercy: she laid him to rest by the lake they once cherished. Adam had wanted to quietly right the wrong — not to hide it from me, but to protect me. Instead, the truth demanded light. We reported everything. And in time, Samuel was reburied with the dignity he was denied, beside her.
