Eli glanced toward the front windows, like Daniel might still be out there.
“He leaves them,” he said quietly. “He always leaves them… and then something happens.”
“Them?”
His expression shifted—and that was worse than fear. It was memory.
“You’re the third one.”
My chest tightened. I thought of Daniel’s first wife, supposedly dead from a medication accident. I thought of his former fiancée, who he said had vanished without warning. I thought of the isolated house, the gated property, the security system only he controlled.
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