Chapter 13 - Returning to the House to Gather Emily’s Personal Belongings
Late that evening, I drove back to our suburban home to pack a suitcase for Emily and myself.
The house felt hollow, cold, and haunted by the cruelty that had taken place inside its walls.
I walked into the master bedroom, noticing the broken bedroom door latch still dangling loosely from the frame.
I gathered Emily’s favorite clothes, her prenatal vitamins, and her baby journals into a large duffel bag.
As I zipped the bag shut, a small piece of paper fell out from underneath the bedside table.
It was a handwritten note penned in Emily’s shaky handwriting, dated just two days prior.
“If I don’t survive this house, tell my parents I love them and Ryan didn't know.”
Reading those words made my knees buckle, and I sank down onto the carpet in silent tears.
How could I have been so blind, so trusting of a woman who poisoned every relationship she touched?
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I folded the note carefully, placing it inside my wallet as a permanent reminder of my failure and duty.
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