Sitting on the edge of the cot was a thin, frail woman with hollow eyes and matted hair, dressed in oversized clothes.
She looked up at the sound of my footsteps, her eyes wide with terror, and raised her arms to shield her face.
“Please,” she whimpered, her voice raspy and broken. “I didn’t try to leave… I didn’t touch the lock…”
What was the truth about Daniel’s late wife? Continue reading Part 3 below to unearth the truth.
PART 3: The Secret in the Cellar
I dropped to my knees in front of her, my mind spinning into complete chaos.
“Who are you?” I gasped, my voice barely audible. “Daniel said… he told me his wife died in a car accident four years ago!”
The woman slowly lowered her arms, staring at me with tears welling in her tired eyes.
“I am his wife,” she whispered, her hands shaking violently. “My name is Sarah.”
