years. We have two children: Emily, who is nine, and Jack, who is six.
Mike was always proud of his friends.
“These two are closer to me than brothers. If I ever had to trust them with my life, I wouldn’t hesitate for a second,” he often said.
Daniel and Ben came to our house almost every weekend.
But over the last six months, something had changed.
Daniel had started looking at me strangely. Sometimes, whenever Mike left the room, Daniel would suddenly fall silent and stare at me.Rent Apartments
Ben, on the other hand, seemed to avoid being alone with me.
I couldn’t understand why.
Not until that Sunday.
I had prepared dinner myself. Mike had asked me to make all his favorite dishes.
When everyone sat down, my husband raised his glass.
“Tonight, I want to thank my two best friends. You’ve always been there for me. And most
importantly, I know I can trust you with my family.”
Daniel smiled.
Ben lowered his head.
I took their photograph.
At that exact moment, my phone vibrated.
A message had arrived from an unknown number.
“Sarah, please stay calm. Mike must never find out what we did in his bedroom. If he finds out, we’ll lose everything.”
My heart began pounding.
There was a photograph attached to the message.
I opened it.
It was our bedroom.
Our bed.
And the man sitting on the edge of the bed was Daniel.
But the most terrifying detail was the woman’s hand visible in the left corner of the photograph.
