After that night, nothing about the house felt safe anymore. Every hallway looked darker, every sound sharper, even the air felt different.
I barely slept and when I closed my eyes, I kept seeing those messages. “She doesn’t have long.” “Make sure the signatures are complete before then.”
I’d tried to tell myself it meant something else. Business, insurance, anything but me. But the voice in my head wouldn’t stop whispering, “He’s waiting for you to die”.
By morning, I’d made up my mind. If Leon was hiding something, I was going to find it.
Breakfast was quiet. Leon sat at the end of the long table, scrolling through his phone like the world wasn’t falling apart. His sleeves were rolled up, veins visible, a cup of black coffee near his hand.
He too calm, which made me wonder if guilt
