A son asked his mother to dig up his grave a year after his funeral. Everyone’s hair stood on end when she found…

This is going to take forever, Mark muttered, shining his flashlight along the rows. But Emily was already moving, her eyes scanning the numbers on the lockers. She stopped suddenly, her heart racing.

Mark, look! She pointed to a locker near the back of the room. The number on it was 247. Mark hurried over, his flashlight illuminating the rusty metal door.

Emily’s hands trembled as she inserted the key into the lock. For a moment it didn’t budge. Then, with a loud click, the lock turned.

Emily pulled the door open, her breath catching in her throat. Inside the locker was a single, unmarked envelope. She reached in and took it, her fingers shaking as she opened it.

Inside was a stack of documents, bank statements, photographs, and a handwritten note. Emily unfolded the note and read it aloud. Mom, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry.

I never wanted to drag you into this, but I had no choice. The people I was involved with, they’re dangerous. I faked my death to protect you, but I couldn’t leave without giving you the truth.

The documents in this envelope will explain everything. Be careful, they’re still out there, and they’ll stop at nothing to keep their secrets buried. Emily’s eyes filled with tears as she looked at Mark.

He’s alive. He’s really alive. Mark nodded, his expression grim.

But if he’s in danger, we need to figure out what’s going on. Let’s take these documents and get out of here. We’ll go through them at home…