Chapter 2: What Was Pinned to the Wall
I stood frozen beside my car, rain soaking through my coat.
"Who are you?" I whispered.
The line went d*ad.
My hands would not stop shaking.
I stared back at the house.
Every light was still on.
I could see shadows moving behind the curtains.
I should have driven away.
Every part of me said to leave.
But my feet were already carrying me around the side of the house.
The basement door was unlocked.
The smell hit me before my eyes adjusted to the dark.
Something old.
Something wrong.
I found the light switch.
What I saw made me grab the wall to keep from falling.
There were photographs.
Dozens of them.
Pinned in rows across an entire wall.
Every photo was of me.
Not recent photos.
These went back years.
Before I met my husband.
Before I even moved to this city.
Someone had been watching me for a long time.
In the corner of the last photo, someone had written four words in red ink.
I leaned closer to read them.
Behind me, a floorboard creaked.
I was not alone down there.
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What was written in that photo — and who was standing behind her?
The full truth is darker than anything you're imagining.
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