PROLOGUE
696 Words
**The Woman Who Knew Too Much**
The rain came down in relentless sheets, swallowing the quiet suburban street beneath a curtain of darkness.
A woman ran.
Her chest burned with every desperate breath as she clutched a leather journal tightly against her body. Mud splashed onto the hem of her lavender dress, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t.
She glanced over her shoulder.
No one.
Yet.
Still…
She knew they were coming.
The streetlights flickered overhead, casting trembling shadows across the empty road. Her hands shook so violently that she almost dropped the journal.
“Please…”
Her whisper disappeared beneath the roar of thunder.
“Just let me make it home.”
She turned sharply into a narrow path leading toward a small, abandoned greenhouse hidden behind an old church. Few people knew it existed anymore.
That was exactly why she had chosen it.
She pushed open the creaking wooden door and hurried inside.
The greenhouse smelled of damp earth and forgotten memories.
Moonlight slipped through the cracked glass roof, illuminating broken flowerpots and climbing vines.
Emily Anderson fell to her knees.
Her fingers trembled as she opened the leather journal.
Inside were handwritten notes.
Photographs.
Medical reports.
Bank statements.
A folded DNA test request she had never submitted.
And one photograph that made tears sting her eyes.
Three smiling faces.
Emily.
Jason.
Catherine.
She stared at it for a long moment before pulling it free.
“I trusted you…”
Her voice broke.
“I trusted both of you.”
She closed her eyes.
The memories came rushing back.
A conversation she was never supposed to hear.
A lie that didn’t make sense.
A bottle of medication that had mysteriously changed.
The insurance policy Jason had taken out months before her “illness.”
It had all seemed like coincidences…
Until they weren’t.
She swallowed hard.
“If anything happens to me…”
She tore a blank page from the back of the journal and began writing.
Not quickly.
Carefully.
Every word mattered.
When she finished, she folded the page and slipped it into a small ivory envelope.
Across the front, she wrote:
For Melissa.
She kissed the envelope softly.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
“I wanted to tell you myself.”
A tear rolled down her cheek.
She quickly wiped it away.
“No…”
“You don’t get to cry.”
“You have to finish this.”
Emily stood and walked toward an old wooden cabinet at the far end of the greenhouse.
Behind it was a loose brick.
She pulled it free.
A small hollow space.
She placed the journal inside.
Then the envelope.
Then a silver key attached to a thin purple ribbon.
She carefully returned the brick to its place.
“No one will find it.”
She whispered the words as if trying to convince herself.
A loud c***k echoed outside.
Emily froze.
Footsteps.
Slow.
Steady.
Crunching over wet gravel.
Someone had found her.
Her breathing became shallow.
“No…”
Another step.
Closer.
Closer.
The greenhouse door creaked open.
A silhouette stood in the entrance.
Hidden by darkness.
Rainwater dripped from the figure’s coat onto the wooden floor.
Emily’s lips parted.
“You…”
Her voice was barely audible.
“…how did you know I was here?”
The figure took another step.
Still silent.
Emily backed away until she hit the wall.
Tears blurred her vision.
“I begged you…”
“I would’ve left.”
“I would’ve taken Melissa and disappeared.”
The figure finally spoke.
One calm sentence.
“You know too much.”
Emily stared in disbelief.
“So…”
“It really was you.”
Another flash of lightning illuminated the greenhouse.
Only for an instant.
Just long enough for Emily to recognize the person standing before her.
Her face crumpled.
Not with fear.
With heartbreak.
“You were my family.”
Silence.
The figure reached slowly into a coat pocket.
Emily shook her head.
“No…”
“Please…”
“For Melissa…”
Thunder exploded across the sky.
The lights flickered.
Then…
Darkness.
Four Months Later…
Melissa Anderson woke with tears already drying on her cheeks.
Again.
- Writer
