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At the bottom, in her tight, neat handwriting: “Meet me where the foxgloves lie. Midnight. Don’t be late.”

He arrived at the clearing to find no romantic picnic, no stolen kiss under moonlight. Instead, Mara stood in the center, holding a single shovel and a headlamp. Beside her was a hole—three feet deep, five feet wide. Searching for- Stepmom s Gardener Surprise in-A...