“Reenactment? What?”
Miles sighed. “The body. The body that you put out there as a reenactment. At least, that’s what I’ve been telling everybody who’s asked me about it. Sounds better than to explain that you’ve clearly lost your mind.”
Myrtle grew very still. “But Miles. I didn’t put a body out there. Not for a reenactment. Not for any reason. I only put a few flowers out there.”
