Every Sunday, the Kids Next Door Cleaned Up Our Neighborhood – Until I Discovered What They Were Really Doing

this to the police.

Do not give it to Rick.

Do not tell him we put it here.

My hands went cold.

I looked toward their house.

The curtains were closed.

Rick’s black truck was not in the driveway.

Mia and Ben had already disappeared around the corner with their trash bag.

I carried the plastic bag inside and locked my door.

Then I stood in my kitchen, staring continue reading …