Chapter 3: The Message from the Dark
Dr.
Alvarez didn't flinch.
He simply nodded, like he had been waiting for that word for a long time.
He reached into his coat pocket and placed a small white card on the tray beside me.
"There's a social worker in this building tonight.
Her name is Patricia.
She's already been notified."
I stared at the card.
My hands wouldn't stop shaking.
"Graham will want to come back in."
"He won't be allowed to.
Not yet."
Then the door handle moved.
Graham's voice came through the gap before the door fully opened.
"Nora, I think we should—"
A security officer stepped into the frame behind him.
"Sir.
You were asked to wait."
"She's my wife."
"Sir."
Graham's eyes found mine over the officer's shoulder.
Something in his expression shifted.
Not guilt.
Not shame.
Calculation.
"Nora." His voice dropped to almost nothing.
"Think about what you're doing to this family."
I looked at him.
For six years, that sentence — or something like it — had always worked.
Not tonight.
Dr.
Alvarez stepped forward and closed the door.
The room went quiet.
Then my phone lit up on the tray beside me.
A text.
From a number I didn't recognize.
*Nora.
I know what they did.
I have proof.
Please don't let them silence you again.*
I looked at Dr.
Alvarez.
He hadn't seen it.
My thumb hovered over the screen.
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What Nora found out next — and who that message was really from — changes everything.
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