Chapter 3 - THE SILVER CHAIN
Lily reached into the pocket of her sky-blue silk pajamas, pulling out an ornate, vintage gold-colored key.
She pressed the cold metal into Mark’s palm, her fingers trembling violently from the lingering terror.
"She kept the real Mommy locked in the dark room upstairs for six months, Daddy," Lily sobbed quietly.
Mark looked down at the vintage key, then toward the end of the long, shadowy upstairs hallway.
From beneath the crack of the heavy mahogany door at the end of the corridor, a delicate silver necklace slid out.
The silver chain rested motionless on the polished hardwood floor, catching a stray beam of moonlight from the window.
Mark’s breath hitched in his throat as the horrific realization of the nightmare set in completely.
"Elena... what have you done?" Mark whispered, turning his head slowly to face the emerald-clad imposter.
Elena let out a sharp, chilling laugh, backing slowly toward the massive front double doors of the foyer.
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"You'll never open that door, Mark... the legal papers are already signed in your name," Elena mocked coldly.
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