Prologue
A young blonde girl entered her recently acquired house carrying a brand new little tree. She went all the way back to the small garden on the back, picking a shovel on her way.
She threw her curly hear on the back of her ears, put the tree down and started digging gently. Planting a tree when you moved to a house was something her mother use to say was for good luck, making the tree a sign of a new start, the beginning of a better path. She hadn't seen her mother in over nine years, but still she felt the need to keep on that tradition.
The shovel hit something solid that definitely did not match the soft earth she had been digging on. The girl put the shovel aside and removed the dirt with her bare hands. She spotted something white and ran towards the house looking for her latex gloves. Once her hands couldn't compromise anything she pulled out carefully her finding.
A bone rested on her palm, covered in dirt and slight strains of flesh. She reached for her phone.