I thought the hidden door was just a design flaw, until I noticed the tiny handprint smeared in fresh drywall dust.
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Chapter 7 / 10
Chapter 7
The next days were a blur.
Lawyers.
Doctors.
Police interviews.
Isabella was charged with kidnapping and murder.
Evidence piled up—hidden cameras, threats, lies.
Ethan stayed close to me.
He still woke up crying at night.
But now when he did, he wasn’t alone.
William was there.
I was there.
Slowly, the color returned to his cheeks.
He started laughing again.
He drew pictures of the three of us.
He wrote “OUR FAMILY” at the bottom.
William sold the mansion.
He said it held too many bad memories.
We moved into a warm, sunny house with a big backyard.
No chandeliers.
May you like
No marble halls.
Just home.
