“The memories go in the yard. The rest stays hidden in the house.” Brian went still. “No one will think to look there,” the man continued. “Not if things get as bad as we think they might.” The woman let out a shaky breath. “I hate that we’re even doing this.” “I know.” A beat of music thudded faintly in the background.
“If this is all over soon,” the woman said, trying for lightness, “we’ll dig this up together and laugh about how dramatic we were.” The man gave a tired laugh. Then he said, closer to the recorder now, “Jamie, if you hear this and we haven’t come back for it yet, just know none of this was because of you. All right? Not one bit.” Brian felt his chest tighten.