Chapter 12 - Claire Recounts The Absolute Horror Of Entombment
Back at a secure police safehouse in upstate New York, Claire sat wrapped in a warm wool blanket drinking chamomile tea.
Detectives Miller and Vance sat across from her at the kitchen table, taking notes as she recounted her terrifying ordeal.
“He told me we were going to a romantic dinner out in the city, but he offered me a glass of wine first,” she began quietly.
“The next thing I remember, I woke up in pitch blackness, unable to move my arms, with tape suffocating my mouth.”
“I tried screaming until my throat bled, but the wood was too thick, and nobody could hear my muffled cries,” she shivered.
“Then I remembered the three taps... the secret code Ethan and I used every night since he was a little toddler.”
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“I tapped three times against the lid, praying with every ounce of my soul that my son would understand what it meant.”
Ethan stood by the kitchen window, listening to her story with tears forming in his eyes as he held her hand tightly.
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