The Unseen Guardian

“Mom, can we have a picnic?” Billy’s hazel eyes begged me to say yes. I smiled at my five-year-old son. “That’s a great idea.” I made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, Billy’s favorite, then I prepared carrot sticks and apples. Soon we were on our second-story deck overlooking azaleas, dogwood, and honeysuckle. Billy munched on

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