Chapter 2: Did He Find the Other Notebook?
Part 2 ⬇️
She snatched at the notebook, but I pulled it back.
"Don't touch it," I said.
"I've already photographed every page."
Her expression shifted — not into guilt, but into something colder.
Calculation.
"You have no idea what you're talking about," she said quietly.
"Nia has behavioral issues.
I've been managing them.
Ask her teacher."
"I already did," I said.
That stopped her.
Three days before I came home, Nia's school had called me.
Not her.
Me.
Her teacher had noticed the bruising on Nia's wrist and the way she flinched whenever another child reached across the table near her food.
The school had filed a report.
My wife didn't know that yet.
"They called the school?" she whispered, her face going pale for the first time.
From the hallway, Nia appeared in the doorway, still holding her small plate with both hands, watching us in silence.
My son grabbed Nia's arm gently and pulled her back.
"Come on," he whispered to her.
"Don't watch."
But before I could say another word, my wife's phone lit up on the counter.
The name on the screen made my bl00d run c0ld.
It was her mother.
And the message beneath it read:
*"Did he find the other notebook?"* 😨
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There was a second notebook.
And what was inside it destroyed everything I thought I knew about my own family.
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