After that, he started calling me every day.
He asked about my health, accompanied me on walks, and took me out to dinner.
Sometimes he looked at me as though he had spent years searching for me.
Two months later, he suggested moving into my home.
I agreed.
But on our very first evening together, I noticed something strange.
Jake wasn’t interested in my jewelry or bank accounts. Instead, he kept asking about our former employees, my husband’s work, and who had visited our house before my husband died.
And when I mentioned our former housekeeper’s name, Linda, his face suddenly went pale.
That night, around two in the morning, I woke up to the sound of voices.
Jake was talking on the phone.
“She still doesn’t know anything. I’m already inside. In a few days, it will all be over.”
My heart began racing.
