Chapter 6 - The House of MemoriesThe house looked normal.
That was the cruelest part.
Family photographs still lined the hallway.
Sarah laughing.
Lily as a baby.
Christmas mornings.
Beach vacations.
Birthdays.
Mark stared at them and wondered how many happy memories had been contaminated by something he hadn't noticed.
He entered the master bedroom.
Sarah's water glass still sat beside the bed.
He picked it up.
His fingers tightened around the glass.
How many times had Sarah complained about exhaustion?
How many times had he told her she needed more sleep?
How many times had Martha smiled and said:
"She's just tired."
His phone rang.
Detective Vance.
"We searched Martha's house."
"What did you find?"
"A basement."
Mark frowned.
"A basement?"
"More accurately, an archive."
The detective paused.
"Financial documents. Medical records. Family histories. Decades of notes."
Mark's blood ran cold.
"About Sarah?"
"About everyone."
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Vance's next words changed everything.
"Mark, I don't think Sarah was her first target."
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