Right under his feet

Ben lowered the rake, frowning into the darkness. Whatever had been out here was gone—or hiding well enough to escape his attention. He headed back inside, the wooden porch creaking under his steps. What Ben did not know then was that evidence of this intruder’s presence was already hiding right underneath his feet at that time—thousands of them resting on the warm soil beneath his porch. He was literally standing above the secret without knowing it.
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