CHAPTER TWO
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CHAPTER TWO
That night, sleep did not come easily to Mrs. Velimsky.
She lay beside her husband, Pastor Reward, staring at the ceiling while her thoughts refused to rest. Every time she closed her eyes, the same face appeared in her mind.
Mr. George.
Beside her, Pastor Reward slept peacefully, breathing slowly after a long day of ministry. Earlier that evening he had been surrounded by church members, praying for the sick and encouraging the weak.
As always, people had left the church praising God for the miracles happening through his hands.
But now, in the quiet darkness of their bedroom, Mrs. Velimsky felt something very different. Fear. The next morning, the house was calm. Sunlight filtered through the curtains as Mrs. Velimsky prepared breakfast in the kitchen. She tried to act normal, but her mind was restless.
Footsteps approached behind her.
“Good morning, Mrs. Velimsky,” a calm voice said.
She slowly turned.
It was Mr. George.
He stood at the doorway with a faint smile that made her uncomfortable.
“Good morning,” she replied quietly.
For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.
Then he leaned slightly closer and said in a lower voice,
“It has been a long time… Velimsky.”
Hearing her name from his lips felt strange after so many years.
Before she could respond, Pastor Reward walked into the kitchen cheerfully.
“Ah, you two are already awake!” he said happily. “George, I hope you slept well.”
“Very well, Pastor,” Mr. George replied politely, stepping back.
They all sat down for breakfast together.
Pastor Reward spoke enthusiastically about church plans for the week, upcoming prayers, and people who needed counseling.
But Mrs. Velimsky barely heard the conversation.
She could feel Mr. George’s eyes occasionally resting on her. It made her uneasy.
Later that afternoon, Pastor Reward left for a meeting at church.
The moment his car drove out of the compound, the house suddenly felt too quiet.
Mrs. Velimsky was arranging some clothes in the living room when she heard Mr. George’s voice again. “You never told him, did you?”
She turned slowly to face him.
“What are you talking about?” she asked carefully.
Mr. George walked closer, his expression calm but serious.
“About the past,” he said. “About what happened between us.”
The room seemed to grow colder.
“That was many years ago,” she whispered. “It means nothing now.”
Mr. George looked at her for a long moment.
“Maybe to you,” he replied quietly. “But some things never completely disappear.”
Then he added words that made her stomach tighten.
“Especially when the past might still be connected to the future.”
Mrs. Velimsky felt a deep sense of dread.
Because for the first time, she realized something terrifying.
Mr. George had not entered their home by accident.
And whatever reason had brought him back into her life was evil.
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