The Weekday One Hundred

A young man takes his sons fishing but never returns. Their bodies are found the next day in a nearby cornfield, leaving his widow to raise their remaining child alone. A sad, unlucky chapter in our family’s history.

Or so I thought.

I reread the yellowed sheet of paper. My hands trembled. What started as a love letter from my distraught grandmother to her dearly departed husband and their sons quickly twists into a chilling admission of guilt and murder.

I stuffed the letter into my pocket. An unthinkable tragedy, but still a secret.

One that would die with me…