And when I mentioned our former housekeeper’s name, Linda, his face suddenly went pale.
That night, around two in the morning, I woke up to the sound of voices.
Jake was talking on the phone.
“She still doesn’t know anything. I’m already inside. In a few days, it will all be over.”
My heart began racing.
Then I heard another sentence.
“If she remembers what happened that night, we’re all going to have a problem.”
The next morning, I decided to make him leave.
But before I could say anything, the doorbell rang.
Standing outside was my daughter, Sarah, accompanied by two men I had never seen before.
She looked at Jake and turned pale.
“Mom, get away from him! You have no idea who that boy really is!”
Jake slowly turned toward my daughter.
“But you know, Sarah. You know exactly who I am.”