I Found Two Little Girls Hiding Inside My Empty Trash Can—Then One Whispered, “Please Don’t Send Us Back.”

to the side window.

Grant was crossing my lawn toward the gate leading into my backyard.

I locked the kitchen door just before he reached it.

He grabbed the handle and shook it.

Lucy screamed.

His face, visible through the glass, went completely still.

“So, they are in there.”

I said nothing.

“Open this door, Carla.”

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