A: [Oh, my God… It's real. There's actually a grave. Sienna's really dead?]
B: [A pile of dirt is a grave now? Anyone can stack rocks. This is so fake.]
C: [Those offerings… those look like the kind of food the villagers can barely afford.]
D: [If this is real, it's the saddest thing I've ever seen.]
The comments split wider and wider. The certainty was gone.
The doubt was still there, but it wasn't one-sided anymore.
The wind shrieked across the hilltop. Robb stood frozen, his fingers ice-cold.
Down below, the villagers had heard there were people with cameras asking for Ms. Sorrel.
They thought someone had finally come to tell her story. They all climbed up to see.
Old farmers with hoes, women with wicker baskets, a handful of shy kids peeking out from behind their mothers' skir
