A Suspicious Pattern
After a moment’s hesitation, Melissa began recounting small details that suddenly felt important. “There were times when Steve would vanish without warning,” she said quietly. “He always came back acting like nothing happened.” He had a modest but growing collection of antiques, and though Melissa had asked about them a few times, Steve always gave vague, evasive answers that never fully explained their origins.
She remembered one particular evening that stood out in her mind. Steve had returned home looking smug, carrying a small, ornate box. “He looked proud, like he’d just pulled off something big,” she recalled. “That’s the box the ring came in.” The more she thought about it, the more it felt like Steve’s quiet secrecy had been hiding something dark. Now, she feared she might finally be seeing the full truth.
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