I Hired A Cleaner While My Family Was Away. An Hour Later, She Called Whispering:

enough. I never questioned it.

Now, that locked door felt like a barricade. A wall he had built in the middle of our home.

A cold dread began to seep into my bones. What was he hiding in there?

I went to the kitchen drawer where we keep the spare keys. I fumbled through them, my hands shaking. The key to his study wasn’t there. Of course it wasn’t.

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