Blood Trail
I never believed in ghosts until the night I found my daughter's blue scarf on the side of Route 66. It was November 12, 1946, and the wind off the lake was already sharp enough to cut glass. I pulled my coat tighter and knelt in the wet grass. The scarf was tangled around a barbed wire fence, the dark blue wool soaked with something that wasn't rain. My hands didn't shake. I'd seen shaking...
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