What if the newspapers were wrong about something?
John concluded his story with: “Although proximity to my family played a major role, I felt a constant, gnawing sense of unease. As I laid in bed every night, I became acutely conscious of what lay beneath the surface of our backyard.
Every morning, I read the paper with great fear. I feared that the headlines would confirm my suspicions about this mysterious object that I held for so many years. “The complexity and richness of our lives was too precious to risk for a potentially dangerous item.”
