Chapter 17 - Clara's Hidden Journal
That evening, while helping clean the study, Clara handed David a dusty leather-bound diary she found behind the fireplace mantle.
"This belonged to your late first wife, Sarah, before she passed away five years ago," Clara explained softly.
David took the journal with trembling hands, recognizing the elegant, delicate handwriting of Sarah on the first yellowed page.
He sat at his desk, reading the entries written during the final months of Sarah’s life when Eleanor first entered their home.
"Eleanor is poisoning my tea... she wants me gone so she can take my place and control the family trust," an entry read.
David gasped, tears blurring his vision as the terrifying realization struck him with the force of a physical blow.
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Sarah’s sudden death from heart failure five years ago had never been an accident; it was murder by slow poison.
He handed the journal to Agent Miller over the phone, demanding an immediate exhumation and autopsy of Sarah’s remains.
