Chapter Sixty-one

Brenda’s heart pounded in her chest as she huddled in the corner of Carla’s living room. The room felt suffocating, despite the open windows allowing a gentle breeze to dance through the curtains. Fear gnawed at her insides, amplifying every creak and rustle that reached her ears. It had been a day since she discovered the truth, since she realized that Alfred was the twisted mind behind the threatening messages that had plagued her life.

Her trembling fingers traced the delicate edges of a handwritten love note from Alfred, a relic from their past. Once filled with affection, the words now held a sinister undertone. The realization struck her with a chilling clarity—Alfred’s love had twisted into a deranged obsession. He had tried to kill her and Damien, her husband, before. And now, Brenda couldn’t help but believe he was behind everything, including her father’s murder. The police had confirmed the connection, but Brenda had lost faith in their ability to protect her. After all, on