Chapter 4: The Woman at the Door
The address Marcus sent me belonged to an old apartment building on the east side of the city.
Nothing about the place looked important.
That was exactly why I knew it mattered.
People who wanted to hide secrets rarely chose beautiful places.
They chose forgotten ones.
I climbed the stairs and stopped outside apartment 3B.
Before I knocked, the door opened.
A woman stood there.
Older than Claire.
Maybe late fifties.
Her hair was pulled back, and her face carried the exhaustion of someone who had been carrying a burden for years.
She looked at me and immediately started crying.
“Daniel?””
I froze.
“How do you know my name?””
She covered her mouth.
“Because I’m the one who called Marcus.””
I looked past her.
“Who are you?””
She stepped aside.
“My name is Evelyn Carter.””
The name meant nothing.
Until she said the next words.
“I was Claire’s mother’s closest friend.””
I stared at her.
“Claire’s mother died when she was young.””
“Yes.””
“Then why are you contacting me?””
Evelyn looked toward the hallway.
“Because I made a promise.””
“What promise?””
“To protect you from the truth until I knew you were ready.””
I almost walked away.
“I don’t have time for mysteries.””
“You have a newborn son,” she said quietly.
I stopped.
Her voice changed.
“I know what happened in that nursery.””
My heart dropped.
“What?””
She looked directly at me.
“The iron was not an accident.””
The words felt impossible.
“Are you saying Claire tried to hurt our baby?””
Evelyn shook her head.
“No.””
That answer surprised me.
“Then what are you saying?””
She walked to a small table and placed an envelope in front of me.
“Someone wanted you to believe Claire was the danger.””
I stared at the envelope.
“What’s inside?””
“Proof that Claire has been protecting a secret.””
I opened it slowly.
Inside was an old photograph.
Claire.
Years younger.
Standing beside Thomas Vale.
But that wasn’t what shocked me.
There was another person in the picture.
A man holding a baby.
My baby.
I looked closer.
Impossible.
My son had only been born recently.
“This doesn’t make sense.””
Evelyn’s hands trembled.
“That photo was taken before you met Claire.””
I looked at her.
“Then who is that baby?””
She didn’t answer.
Instead, she pulled out another picture.
This one showed Claire leaving a hospital.
Holding a small blanket.
My breathing stopped.
“Daniel,” Evelyn whispered, “your wife has been hiding something about your son since before he was born.””
I pushed the photos away.
“No.””
The word came out automatically.
Because accepting it meant accepting that my entire life could be a lie.
“She loves him.””
Evelyn nodded.
“I believe she does.””
“Then why hide this?””
“Because she was afraid.””
“Of what?””
Before Evelyn could answer, her phone rang.
She looked at the screen.
Her face changed instantly.
“What is it?””
She didn’t respond.
She just turned the phone toward me.
A message appeared.
One sentence.
*Stop talking to him, or you’ll both regret it.*
My stomach tightened.
Someone knew I was there.
Someone had been following me.
Evelyn whispered:
“They found us.””
A sound came from the hallway outside.
Footsteps.
Slow.
Approaching.
I looked toward the door.
Evelyn grabbed my arm.
“Daniel, listen to me carefully.””
The footsteps stopped outside the apartment.
“You need to know one thing before that door opens.””
The handle began to move.
Evelyn’s voice dropped to a whisper.
“Your wife is not the only person who has been lying to you.””
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The door slowly opened.
And the person standing outside was the last person I expected to see.
