<\/p>\n
The mansion looked different at night. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n The iron gate was closed.<\/p>\n Samuel stopped the car.<\/p>\n \u201cWe can’t drive through.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know another way.\u201d<\/p>\n I opened the passenger door.<\/p>\n Samuel looked at me.<\/p>\n \u201cHelena?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThere was a service entrance behind the greenhouse.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou remember the code?\u201d<\/p>\n I almost smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cI cleaned the place for eighteen years.\u201d<\/p>\n We walked around the property.<\/p>\n The night air was cold.<\/p>\n Wet leaves covered the ground.<\/p>\n Every few steps, I looked behind us.<\/p>\n No one.<\/p>\n But I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were being watched.<\/p>\n We reached the greenhouse.<\/p>\n The old service door was hidden behind ivy.<\/p>\n I pulled the vines aside.<\/p>\n There was the keypad.<\/p>\n My fingers moved automatically.<\/p>\n Seven digits.<\/p>\n The code I had used hundreds of times.<\/p>\n I entered it.<\/p>\n Nothing happened.<\/p>\n I tried again.<\/p>\n Still nothing.<\/p>\n Samuel whispered, \u201cMaybe Justin changed it.\u201d<\/p>\n I shook my head.<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked closer.<\/p>\n There was something scratched into the metal beneath the keypad.<\/p>\n A tiny symbol.<\/p>\n A circle with a line through it.<\/p>\n I recognized it.<\/p>\n My heart began pounding.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat’s wrong?\u201d Samuel asked.<\/p>\n \u201cChristopher used this symbol.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cEverywhere.\u201d<\/p>\n I remembered the mansion.<\/p>\n Years ago, I had noticed the same mark on a drawer.<\/p>\n Another one beneath the library desk.<\/p>\n One scratched into the frame of a painting.<\/p>\n I had always thought it was some personal symbol.<\/p>\n But now I wondered.<\/p>\n I ran my fingers over it.<\/p>\n Then I pressed the center.<\/p>\n A hidden panel clicked.<\/p>\n The keypad went dark.<\/p>\n The door unlocked.<\/p>\n Samuel stared at me.<\/p>\n \u201cYou knew about this?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n I opened the door.<\/p>\n \u201cWe’re learning together.\u201d<\/p>\n We stepped inside.<\/p>\n The greenhouse smelled of wet earth.<\/p>\n The mansion was only a few yards away.<\/p>\n I led Samuel through the old service corridor.<\/p>\n At the end was a narrow staircase.<\/p>\n It led directly into the kitchen.<\/p>\n The kitchen was exactly as I remembered it.<\/p>\n Except for one thing.<\/p>\n A chair was overturned.<\/p>\n A glass lay shattered on the floor.<\/p>\n I crouched.<\/p>\n There were fresh footprints.<\/p>\n Someone had been here recently.<\/p>\n Samuel whispered:<\/p>\n \u201cHelena.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked up.<\/p>\n He pointed toward the hallway.<\/p>\n A trail of muddy footprints disappeared toward the east wing.<\/p>\n I followed them.<\/p>\n We passed the dining room.<\/p>\n The library.<\/p>\n The study.<\/p>\n The room where Justin had fired me.<\/p>\n I stopped outside the study.<\/p>\n The door was open.<\/p>\n I stared at the desk where I had once stood while Justin handed me four hundred dollars.<\/p>\n Now the desk was empty.<\/p>\n Except for one photograph.<\/p>\n I picked it up.<\/p>\n It was Mr. Christopher.<\/p>\n Standing beside me.<\/p>\n The same photograph I had taken home.<\/p>\n But this one had been altered.<\/p>\n Someone had circled my face.<\/p>\n And written beneath it:<\/p>\n THE KEY.<\/strong><\/p>\n I stared at the words.<\/p>\n Samuel came closer.<\/p>\n \u201cSomeone knew Christopher trusted you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n I shook my head.<\/p>\n \u201cI don’t know.\u201d<\/p>\n Then I noticed something beneath the photograph.<\/p>\n A small brass key.<\/p>\n I picked it up.<\/p>\n There was a number engraved on it.<\/p>\n 18.<\/strong><\/p>\n Samuel looked at me.<\/p>\n \u201cEighteen.\u201d<\/p>\n I thought of the years I had worked here.<\/p>\n \u201cMaybe it means something else.\u201d<\/p>\n Then I remembered.<\/p>\n The east wing had eighteen doors.<\/p>\n I had counted them once.<\/p>\n But there had always been one locked room.<\/p>\n Room eighteen.<\/p>\n I looked down the corridor.<\/p>\n \u201cThat’s where we’re going.\u201d<\/p>\n Samuel nodded.<\/p>\n We walked upstairs.<\/p>\n The hallway was dark.<\/p>\n The carpet muffled our footsteps.<\/p>\n At the end stood the old east wing.<\/p>\n A heavy wooden door blocked the entrance.<\/p>\n The lock had been replaced.<\/p>\n Samuel tried the brass key.<\/p>\n It fit.<\/p>\n The door opened.<\/p>\n Cold air rushed toward us.<\/p>\n I stopped.<\/p>\n I had never been inside.<\/p>\n Not once.<\/p>\n The corridor beyond was covered in dust.<\/p>\n Old paintings hung crookedly on the walls.<\/p>\n The wallpaper had peeled away in places.<\/p>\n But there were fresh footprints on the floor.<\/p>\n Someone had been using the wing.<\/p>\n We followed them.<\/p>\n One door.<\/p>\n Two.<\/p>\n Three.<\/p>\n Room eighteen was at the very end.<\/p>\n The door was slightly open.<\/p>\n I pushed it.<\/p>\n The room was empty.<\/p>\n At first.<\/p>\n Then I noticed the chair.<\/p>\n Someone had been sitting there.<\/p>\n A rope lay on the floor.<\/p>\n My heart stopped.<\/p>\n \u201cLucas.\u201d<\/p>\n Samuel rushed toward the far side of the room.<\/p>\n There was a second door.<\/p>\n It opened into a small chamber.<\/p>\n Empty.<\/p>\n No Lucas.<\/p>\n But there was something on the floor.<\/p>\n A child’s shoe.<\/p>\n Lucas’s shoe.<\/p>\n I picked it up.<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n Samuel looked at me.<\/p>\n \u201cHe was here.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cRecently.\u201d<\/p>\n I held the shoe against my chest.<\/p>\n Then I noticed something written on the wall.<\/p>\n Three words.<\/p>\n HE REMEMBERED EVERYTHING.<\/strong><\/p>\n Samuel stared at it.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n I didn’t answer.<\/p>\n Because suddenly I remembered something Lucas had said months earlier.<\/p>\n He had asked me:<\/p>\n \u201cGrandma, why does the mansion man look like the person in my dreams?\u201d<\/p>\n I had laughed.<\/p>\n I thought he was imagining things.<\/p>\n Now I wasn’t laughing.<\/p>\n Samuel noticed my expression.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n I told him.<\/p>\n He went silent.<\/p>\n \u201cLucas had dreams about Christopher?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNot Christopher.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don’t know.\u201d<\/p>\n Samuel looked around.<\/p>\n Then he spotted a hidden compartment behind the wall.<\/p>\n He pulled it open.<\/p>\n Inside was a stack of old files.<\/p>\n Medical records.<\/p>\n Photographs.<\/p>\n Birth certificates.<\/p>\n School documents.<\/p>\n And one folder with Lucas’s name.<\/p>\n My hands shook.<\/p>\n I opened it.<\/p>\n The first page was dated eleven years ago.<\/p>\n The day Lucas was born.<\/p>\n But beneath his name was another name.<\/p>\n BIOLOGICAL FATHER: DANIEL REED.<\/strong><\/p>\n I stared at it.<\/p>\n I knew Daniel was supposed to be dead.<\/p>\n Yet someone had been communicating with Lucas.<\/p>\n Someone who knew things about him.<\/p>\n I turned the page.<\/p>\n There was a photograph.<\/p>\n Daniel holding a newborn baby.<\/p>\n Lucas.<\/p>\n I covered my mouth.<\/p>\n \u201cThat’s impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n Samuel took the photograph.<\/p>\n His face went pale.<\/p>\n \u201cHe was alive when Lucas was born.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut Maria told me Daniel was gone.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMaybe she believed he was.\u201d<\/p>\n I turned another page.<\/p>\n There was a letter from Christopher.<\/p>\n The handwriting was unmistakable.<\/p>\n Daniel is not Lucas’s father by blood.<\/strong><\/p>\n I froze.<\/p>\n Samuel looked over my shoulder.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n I read the sentence again.<\/p>\n Daniel is not Lucas’s father by blood.<\/p>\n Below it was another line.<\/p>\n He only believes he is.<\/strong><\/p>\n I couldn’t breathe.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n Samuel kept reading.<\/p>\n The next page had been torn out.<\/p>\n Only a single sentence remained.<\/p>\n Lucas’s biological father is the reason Maria had to die.<\/strong><\/p>\n The room seemed to spin.<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n Samuel looked at me.<\/p>\n \u201cHelena\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n I backed away.<\/p>\n \u201cMy daughter didn’t die because of Justin’s money.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe don’t know that.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe died because of Lucas.\u201d<\/p>\n Samuel didn’t answer.<\/p>\n I remembered the recording.<\/p>\n Maria’s voice.<\/p>\n Please protect my son.<\/p>\n Lucas isn’t safe with anyone who knows the truth about his father.<\/p>\n I had assumed she was talking about Daniel.<\/p>\n Maybe she wasn’t.<\/p>\n A sound came from the hallway.<\/p>\n Footsteps.<\/p>\n Samuel immediately turned off his flashlight.<\/p>\n We stood in darkness.<\/p>\n Someone was walking toward us.<\/p>\n Slowly.<\/p>\n One step.<\/p>\n Then another.<\/p>\n I held my breath.<\/p>\n The footsteps stopped outside the room.<\/p>\n A shadow appeared beneath the door.<\/p>\n Samuel raised one finger.<\/p>\n Don’t move.<\/p>\n The door opened.<\/p>\n A man stepped inside.<\/p>\n He was tall.<\/p>\n Dark hair.<\/p>\n Older than I remembered.<\/p>\n But there was no mistaking him.<\/p>\n Daniel Reed.<\/p>\n My heart nearly stopped.<\/p>\n He looked directly at me.<\/p>\n \u201cHelena.\u201d<\/p>\n I couldn’t speak.<\/p>\n Samuel stepped forward.<\/p>\n \u201cDaniel.\u201d<\/p>\n Daniel looked at him.<\/p>\n \u201cYou shouldn’t have brought her here.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhere is Lucas?\u201d I demanded.<\/p>\n Daniel’s expression changed.<\/p>\n \u201cHe’s safe.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSomewhere Justin can’t reach him.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou took him.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBecause if I hadn’t, he would be dead.\u201d<\/p>\n I moved toward him.<\/p>\n \u201cYou have no right to take my grandson.\u201d<\/p>\n Daniel didn’t move.<\/p>\n \u201cYour grandson is the only reason you’re still alive.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n He looked at Samuel.<\/p>\n Then back at me.<\/p>\n \u201cChristopher never told you the whole truth.\u201d<\/p>\n I laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n \u201cApparently nobody does.\u201d<\/p>\n Daniel stepped closer.<\/p>\n \u201cYour daughter knew.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cKnew what?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat Justin wasn’t the person responsible for her death.\u201d<\/p>\n I froze.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n Daniel’s voice became quiet.<\/p>\n \u201cJustin helped cover it up.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen who killed her?\u201d<\/p>\n Daniel looked toward the wall.<\/p>\n Then he said the words that destroyed everything I thought I knew.<\/p>\n \u201cHer father.\u201d<\/p>\n I stared at him.<\/p>\n \u201cMy daughter’s father?\u201d<\/p>\n Daniel nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cYour husband.\u201d<\/p>\n My breath caught.<\/p>\n My husband had died fifteen years earlier.<\/p>\n A heart attack.<\/p>\n At least that’s what I had been told.<\/p>\n I shook my head.<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n Daniel looked at me with pity.<\/p>\n \u201cHelena, your husband wasn’t who you thought he was.\u201d<\/p>\n Samuel stepped forward.<\/p>\n \u201cDaniel, that’s enough.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n Daniel turned toward him.<\/p>\n \u201cShe deserves to know.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNot here.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen where?\u201d<\/p>\n A loud crash came from downstairs.<\/p>\n We all froze.<\/p>\n Daniel’s expression changed.<\/p>\n \u201cSomeone followed you.\u201d<\/p>\n Samuel reached for his phone.<\/p>\n No signal.<\/p>\n Daniel whispered:<\/p>\n \u201cJustin.\u201d<\/p>\n I shook my head.<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n Daniel looked at me.<\/p>\n \u201cNot Justin.\u201d<\/p>\n Then the lights came on.<\/p>\n Every light in the east wing.<\/p>\n At the end of the corridor stood Detective Harris.<\/p>\n The same detective who had investigated Maria’s death.<\/p>\n He held a gun.<\/p>\n Samuel stepped in front of me.<\/p>\n \u201cHarris.\u201d<\/p>\n The detective smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cYou finally found the room.\u201d<\/p>\n Daniel’s face hardened.<\/p>\n \u201cYou killed her.\u201d<\/p>\n Harris looked at me.<\/p>\n \u201cYour daughter knew too much.\u201d<\/p>\n I couldn’t breathe.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n He nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cI was there that night.\u201d<\/p>\n My legs felt weak.<\/p>\n \u201cYou killed Maria?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI didn’t intend to.\u201d<\/p>\n Daniel shouted:<\/p>\n \u201cLiar!\u201d<\/p>\n Harris raised the gun.<\/p>\n \u201cDaniel, you were supposed to stay dead.\u201d<\/p>\n Daniel laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd you were supposed to retire.\u201d<\/p>\n Harris’s eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n Samuel whispered to me:<\/p>\n \u201cWhen I tell you, run.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked at him.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cRoom eighteen has another exit.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cChristopher showed me.\u201d<\/p>\n Before I could ask anything else, Harris fired.<\/p>\n The bullet struck the wall.<\/p>\n Samuel grabbed my arm.<\/p>\n \u201cRUN!\u201d<\/p>\n We raced down the corridor.<\/p>\n Daniel tackled Harris.<\/p>\n I heard another gunshot behind us.<\/p>\n Samuel shoved open a hidden panel.<\/p>\n A narrow staircase appeared.<\/p>\n We ran down.<\/p>\n The door slammed behind us.<\/p>\n We descended into darkness.<\/p>\n I could hear my own heartbeat.<\/p>\n Then another sound.<\/p>\n A phone ringing.<\/p>\n Samuel stopped.<\/p>\n The ringing came from the wall.<\/p>\n He looked at me.<\/p>\n \u201cThat shouldn’t be there.\u201d<\/p>\n He opened a small compartment.<\/p>\n Inside was an old telephone.<\/p>\n It rang again.<\/p>\n I picked it up.<\/p>\n \u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n Silence.<\/p>\n Then a man’s voice.<\/p>\n \u201cHelena.\u201d<\/p>\n My blood turned cold.<\/p>\n I knew that voice.<\/p>\n My husband.<\/p>\n Impossible.<\/p>\n \u201cWho is this?\u201d<\/p>\n The voice whispered:<\/p>\n \u201cYou were never supposed to find the east wing.\u201d<\/p>\n I couldn’t breathe.<\/p>\n Samuel stared at me.<\/p>\n \u201cHelena, hang up.\u201d<\/p>\n I couldn’t.<\/p>\n The voice continued.<\/p>\n \u201cChristopher lied to you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n A pause.<\/p>\n Then:<\/p>\n \u201cAsk yourself why he hired you eighteen years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n The line went dead.<\/p>\n I lowered the phone.<\/p>\n Samuel looked terrified.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n I whispered:<\/p>\n \u201cHe said Christopher lied.\u201d<\/p>\n Samuel shook his head.<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n He looked at the telephone.<\/p>\n \u201cThat voice wasn’t your husband’s.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen whose was it?\u201d<\/p>\n Samuel stared into the darkness.<\/p>\n \u201cI don’t know.\u201d<\/p>\n A sound came from behind us.<\/p>\n The door opened.<\/p>\n Daniel appeared.<\/p>\n Blood covered his sleeve.<\/p>\n \u201cMove.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHarris escaped.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhere’s Lucas?\u201d<\/p>\n Daniel looked at me.<\/p>\n \u201cThere’s something you need to see first.\u201d<\/p>\n He led us farther down the passage.<\/p>\n At the end was a steel door.<\/p>\n He entered a code.<\/p>\n The door opened.<\/p>\n Inside was a room filled with monitors.<\/p>\n Photographs.<\/p>\n Files.<\/p>\n Newspaper clippings.<\/p>\n And dozens of photographs of my family.<\/p>\n My daughter.<\/p>\n Lucas.<\/p>\n Me.<\/p>\n Christopher.<\/p>\n Justin.<\/p>\n Daniel.<\/p>\n Even my husband.<\/p>\n On the largest screen was a live video.<\/p>\n Lucas.<\/p>\n He was sitting in a room.<\/p>\n Alive.<\/p>\n Someone was standing behind him.<\/p>\n I stepped forward.<\/p>\n \u201cLucas!\u201d<\/p>\n He looked up.<\/p>\n \u201cGrandma!\u201d<\/p>\n I nearly collapsed with relief.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere is he?\u201d I demanded.<\/p>\n Daniel shook his head.<\/p>\n \u201cWe don’t know.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen who is controlling the camera?\u201d<\/p>\n A voice answered from behind us.<\/p>\n \u201cI am.\u201d<\/p>\n We turned.<\/p>\n Samuel had gone completely still.<\/p>\n A man stepped from the shadows.<\/p>\n Gray hair.<\/p>\n Thin face.<\/p>\n Walking with a cane.<\/p>\n I knew him.<\/p>\n I had seen him every Sunday for twelve years.<\/p>\n The man who had always brought flowers to Christopher’s grave.<\/p>\n The man I thought was Christopher’s oldest friend.<\/p>\n But he was something else.<\/p>\n Samuel whispered:<\/p>\n \u201cDr. Edward Vale.\u201d<\/p>\n The old man smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cHello, Helena.\u201d<\/p>\n I stared at him.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere is my grandson?\u201d<\/p>\n He smiled again.<\/p>\n \u201cHe is exactly where he needs to be.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBring him back.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou still don’t understand.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n He pointed toward the monitor.<\/p>\n \u201cLucas isn’t the target.\u201d<\/p>\n My heart stopped.<\/p>\n \u201cThen who is?\u201d<\/p>\n He looked directly at me.<\/p>\n \u201cYou.\u201d<\/p>\n I shook my head.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy me?\u201d<\/p>\n He walked closer.<\/p>\n \u201cBecause Christopher spent eighteen years protecting the wrong secret.\u201d<\/p>\n I stared at him.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat secret?\u201d<\/p>\n Dr. Vale smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cYour daughter’s death wasn’t the beginning.\u201d<\/p>\n He leaned closer.<\/p>\n \u201cIt was the cover-up.\u201d<\/p>\n The monitor suddenly went black.<\/p>\n Then one final image appeared.<\/p>\n A photograph of my daughter.<\/p>\n Taken the night before she died.<\/p>\n She was standing beside someone.<\/p>\n I recognized the face.<\/p>\n My own.<\/p>\n But I had never been there that night.<\/p>\n Underneath the photograph were four words:<\/p>\n HELENA WAS THERE TOO.<\/strong><\/p>\n I stared at the screen.<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n Dr. Vale smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n Then the lights went out.<\/p>\n And somewhere in the darkness, Lucas screamed.<\/p>\n I ran toward the sound.<\/p>\n But before I could reach him, a door slammed shut between us.<\/p>\n I grabbed the handle.<\/p>\n \u201cLUCAS!\u201d<\/p>\n His voice came from the other side.<\/p>\n \u201cGRANDMA!\u201d<\/p>\n I pulled harder.<\/p>\n Nothing.<\/p>\n Then I heard another voice.<\/p>\n A whisper.<\/p>\n Close to my ear.<\/p>\n \u201cYou finally remembered.\u201d<\/p>\n I turned.<\/p>\n There was no one there.<\/p>\n But on the floor was a photograph.<\/p>\n I picked it up.<\/p>\n It showed me.<\/p>\n Eighteen years earlier.<\/p>\n Standing inside the mansion.<\/p>\n Holding a baby.<\/p>\n Lucas.<\/p>\n But Lucas hadn’t even been born yet.<\/p>\n My hands began to shake.<\/p>\n On the back of the photograph were six words:<\/p>\n YOU WERE PART OF IT, HELENA.<\/strong><\/p>\n I looked toward the locked door.<\/p>\n My grandson was on the other side.<\/p>\n The mansion was full of secrets.<\/p>\n And for the first time, I realized the person I trusted least might not be Justin.<\/p>\n It might be me.<\/p>\n Because somewhere deep inside my memory was something I had forgotten.<\/p>\n Something Christopher had spent eighteen years trying to keep buried.<\/p>\n And now, whatever it was\u2026<\/p>\n was finally coming back…<\/p>\n <\/p>\n PART 4 \u2014 THE SECRET BEHIND THE EAST WING The mansion looked different at night. 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\nI had spent eighteen years inside those walls.
\nI knew every staircase.
\n<\/span>Every corridor.
\nEvery squeaky floorboard.
\nEvery window that rattled when the wind came from the lake.
\nBut that night, sitting in Samuel’s car as we approached the iron gates, I felt as though I were seeing the place for the first time.
\nhe mansion stood at the top of the hill.
\nDark.
\nSilent.
\nWatching.
\nOnly one light was visible.
\nA single yellow window on the second floor.
\nThe east wing.
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cThat light wasn’t on when I worked here,\u201d I whispered.
\nSamuel slowed the car.
\n\u201cAre you sure?\u201d
\n\u201cI’m certain.\u201d
\n\u201cThen someone is inside.\u201d
\nI stared at the window.
\n\u201cLucas.\u201d
\nSamuel nodded.
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