A dying multimillionaire called the wrong number begging not to be alone—months later, a widowed electrician opened a USB drive and uncovered a dangerous secret

foot in a hospital since his wife’s death.

But he remembered the phrase:

“I don’t want to be alone.”

He went up to the sixth floor.

The woman in room 608 appeared to be about thirty-two. She was pale, connected to several IV lines, with a scarf covering part of her hair.

—You’re not Mauricio.

—I already told you.

She let out a weak laugh.

—So officially I’m continue reading …