The situation became dangerous. They could not explain the truth. He could not understand and the worst thing, they also did not know how to explain until they had opened the box. It would be hard to believe a story which involves digging a hole with a spade on your own garden.
'Samantha, run! Come on! Go! Go! Go! Move!' They ran so quickly. The owner seemed to be very old so he could not ever dreamed of catching them. It was a good luck stick - for once in their lives.
They drove the car at least fifty miles away from that dramatical place where Paul had lived 20 years ago. Long-forgotten memories came back to him while he was driving. Moreover, his childhood was marked by unhappy events which ocurred there.
Paul stopped the car in a service area. 'My father told me to dig the hole and to be extremely careful' said Paul. His father died 2 days ago and those were his last words. As a precaution, they looked around. They had picked-up a box in the garden they were aware of the possible danger. There was nobody outside. No lights. No cars. Just the two. Then, he opened the box. Inmediately, he recognized his father's handwriting and the message:
'I'm sorry'
