Then I noticed something else.
On the wall beside the picture were dozens of handwritten notes.
Letters.
All addressed to one person.
“Rachel.”
My heart felt like it was being crushed.
Because suddenly I understood.
Daniel wasn’t keeping the basement locked because it was dangerous.
He was keeping it locked because he was hiding a truth.
A truth about his first wife.
A truth about his daughters.
A truth about the man I married.
And before I could read the first letter, I heard footsteps behind me.
Slow.
Heavy.
Coming down the basement stairs.
I turned around.
Daniel was standing there.
Still wearing his work clothes.
Still holding his car keys.
His face had gone completely pale.
For several seconds, neither of us spoke.
Then he looked at the open door.
Then at the letters in my hands.
And finally at me.
“Emily…”
His voice was barely a whisper.
“What did you do?”
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