“The House He Hid”

A chill ran down my spine.

“What do you know?” I asked, stepping closer. “If there’s something you’re hiding—”

“I’m not hiding anything,” she cut in, though her eyes darted away. “But maybe you should ask yourself why a man who ‘told you everything’ never mentioned this place. Or me.”

The room fell silent.

That question lodged itself deep in my chest, heavier than anything she’d thrown at me so far.