What would happen if newspapers were wrong?
John continued his story by saying: “While proximity to my family was an important factor, I was haunted by a constant, gnawing feeling of unease. As I lay in bed each night, I became acutely aware of what was hidden beneath the surface of our garden.
Every morning I would read the newspaper with great trepidation, fearing the headlines that would confirm the suspicions that I had held for so long about this mysterious object. “The richness and complexity of our lives were too valuable to risk over a potentially dangerous object.”
