PART 2
The room was covered in photographs, reports, and surveillance stills pinned neatly across the wall.
At the center was a large monitor.
And on that screen was Rachel.
The footage showed her near the ambulance, lingering in the parking lot long after we had been rushed inside, her movements nervous, deliberate.
Detectives explained there were substances discovered in her vehicle, along with digital messages exchanged between her and Ashley over the past several weeks.
Messages I had never seen.
Messages I was never meant to see.
Suddenly, everything made sense.
The sudden closeness.
The late-night conversations.
The questions about Daniel’s work.
The fear in Ashley’s eyes.
Behind me, Daniel whispered my name, his voice barely holding together.
I turned, unable to speak.
Because the truth forming in my mind was worse than any nightmare I had imagined.
And as the detective began explaining what they believed had happened inside my own home, I realized something chilling.
Ashley hadn’t just been targeted.
She had been manipulated.
And whoever did this had been sitting at our dinner table the entire time.
