“She said something… about Mom… my real mom…”
William went still.
“She said… if I cry… you’ll find out the truth about her.”
Later that day, Detective Carter returned.
“There’s something you need to see,” she said quietly. “The autopsy report… it doesn’t match a natural death.”
William’s world shifted.
“Then what was it?”
The answer came like a blade.
“Poison.”
Silence swallowed the room.
Someone had murdered his wife.
And according to Evelyn—
The truth was closer than he ever imagined.
That night, as the storm faded and shadows stretched across the house, William sat alone, staring at old photographs, a terrifying realization settling deep inside him:
The danger hadn’t disappeared.
It had only just begun.
