“No one will know.”

His uncle’s words were still in his head as he started his task. They would not know. His knowledge would remain buried.

He dug deeper as he looked at the large garbage bag at the side of the ever-growing pile of dirt. Still not deep enough to contain it. He wiped away some sweat and continued silently.

He stopped when his shovel hit something hard. There would be no further digging. It did not seem deep enough. But it would have to do.

He dragged the garbage bag over and into the hole and looked down at it. Yes, it would work. As the realization hit him, he fell to his knees and looked up at the sky and closed his eyes.

As he said the incantation and watched his wife reborn before him, he knew that his promise would stand. No one would know.

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