Pieces of the puzzle
I wondered if anyone else saw this? Had Stacy seen the horror that was in this room? No wonder she hired a private investigator. What about the police? Wouldn't this be a crime scene?
Something didn't add up here. I was missing something big.
Unable to process it, I had to leave and close the door behind me. The damn place was haunting, the emotions that were imprinted in the air were too much. She was suffering—because of me. The way I treated her when she came to find me—I bet she didn't think she could come to me then. The moment she recalled the horrors, I hoped to have wiped from her memory.
Damn it, I did this. I destroyed her. This was my fault, like everything.
The memory had burned into my mind. Something I would never forget…
