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March 18:
Maybe she’s finally ready.
I stopped breathing.
Ready for what?
The girls stood quietly behind me watching my face.
Then Grace pointed toward the far wall.
“Daddy talks to Mommy down here every night.”
I slowly turned.
And that’s when I saw the video camera.
Mounted in the corner.
Facing the chair.
My blood ran cold.
Every instinct screamed at me to grab the girls and run.
Then suddenly—
I heard the front door upstairs slam shut.
Daniel.
Home early.
Heavy footsteps crossed the kitchen overhead.
Then stopped completely.
Silence.
A terrible silence.
Yet.
That word terrified me.
I tightened my grip on the girls.
“What do you mean yet?”
Daniel stepped closer slowly.
“She left me,” he whispered.
I frowned in confusion.
“What?”
His eyes filled with tears that didn’t look entirely sane.
“Rebecca didn’t die in that car accident.”
The room tilted sideways.
“She abandoned us.”
I stared at him.
“No… you told me—”
“I lied.”
The girls looked frightened now.
Tiny faces pale.
Daniel laughed weakly, almost to himself.
“She wanted freedom. Said motherhood was suffocating her.” His jaw tightened violently. “Three months later, she emptied the bank account and disappeared with another man.”
I couldn’t speak.
“So no,” he continued coldly, “my wife didn’t die.”
His eyes drifted toward the shrine.
“But the version of her that loved us did.”
The basement suddenly felt impossibly small.
Airless.
Then he looked directly at me again.
And softly said the sentence that made my blood freeze solid:
“That’s why I chose you.”
