And then—
THUD.
THUD.
THUD.
Something was banging from the other side of the door.
Not wind. Not pipes.
Something alive.
Lily grabbed Daniel’s leg, her small fingers digging into his jeans. Vanessa pressed herself against the far wall, eyes wide, lips pressed tight.
Daniel stared at the metal door.
His house. His mansion. His storage room.
And he had no idea what was behind that wall.
Or how long it had been there.
Or why his wife had been so desperate to keep their daughter away from it.
The banging came again. Louder this time.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
Vanessa still said nothing.
But her silence said everything.
What was locked behind that metal door—and why had Vanessa been hiding it from Daniel and Lily all this time?
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Daniel’s knuckles were still white around the hammer.
The dust had not yet settled. It hung in the cold storage room light, turning the air gray, catching in his throat every time he tried to breathe.
The banging did not stop.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
It was not random. It was rhythm. A fist. Or two hands. Desperate and uneven, like someone who had heard the hammer and understood what it meant.
Lily’s fingers twisted harder into his jeans.
“Dad, she’s scared,” Lily whispered. “She’s been scared for a long time.”
Daniel looked down at her. Her face was wet, her eyes red, but she wasn’t crying the way a six-year-old cries when she’s frightened. She was crying the way someone cries when they’ve been carrying a secret too heavy for their chest.
He looked back at Vanessa.
She had slid down the wall until she was crouching. Both hands were over her mouth now. Her shoulders shook once. Then again. She wasn’t making a sound, but tears were cutting clean lines through the plaster dust on her cheeks.
“Vanessa,” Daniel said. His voice was lower now. The ice was gone. “Who is in there?”
