Chapter 3: The Truth in the Basement

Chapter 3: The Truth in the Basement
The back door opened into our small fenced yard.
Rain had started falling.
We slipped through the wet grass toward the side gate.
Then Lily suddenly pulled my sleeve.
"No."
"What is it?"
She pointed toward the basement window.
"My rabbit..."
I almost told her we didn't have time.
Then I remembered.
Her stuffed rabbit wasn't in her backpack.
It was downstairs.
I hurried inside through the basement entrance.
The air smelled damp.
Cardboard boxes lined the walls.
I found the rabbit near the washing machine.
Then I noticed something else.
A brand-new steel door.
I had never seen it before.
It was built into the far wall behind stacked storage bins.
Impossible.
We'd lived here for seven years.
There had never been a door there.
Someone had installed it recently.
My hands shook as I pulled the bins aside.
The door wasn't locked.
Inside was a narrow room.
No windows.
Just shelves.
Laptops.
Cash.
Burner phones.
Stacks of fake passports.
And dozens of folders.
Each labeled with women's names.
At the top of the pile...
Mine.
Inside was every detail of my life.
Bank accounts.
Insurance policies.
Life insurance.
Photos of me.
Photos of Lily.
Even a printed newspaper headline that hadn't happened yet.
LOCAL MOTHER AND DAUGHTER DIE IN TRAGIC HOUSE FIRE.
My knees nearly gave out.
Someone had planned our deaths.
Long before today.
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Then footsteps echoed upstairs.
Someone had entered the house.