The sheriff told me to burn the trailer before I found what was hidden beneath its floor.
My uncle offered me $25,000 to walk away from a home I had purchased for just $300.
And when I finally forced open the floorboard that wouldn’t move, I discovered a photograph of my mother standing beside a little girl everyone had told me was dead.
The worst part wasn’t the photograph.
It was the date written on the back.
October 17, 2004.
Three years after my mother supposedly died.
My name is Hannah Walker. I was twenty years old when I bought the ugliest farm trailer in eastern Kansas because it was the only place I could afford to call home.
I had $1,147 in savings, a 1998 Ford Ranger with a failing transmission, and two black trash bags containing almost everything I owned.
The trailer had broken windows, a roof that sagged in the middle, and a kitchen floor covered in mouse droppings.
But it sat on six acres of land outside Bell Creek, Kansas.
Six acres that came with a well, an old barn, a gravel driveway, and the possibility of never again having someone threaten to throw my belongings onto the street.
I thought I was buying a place to start over.
I thought the worst thing waiting inside was rotten wood.
I thought the strange scratches beneath the kitchen table were left by animals.
I thought the neighbors avoided the property because it was abandoned.
I thought my uncle was offering to help because he finally felt guilty.
I thought a locked floorboard was just another problem I could fix with a hammer.
By the end of my first night, I understood how wrong I had been.
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