The events of the past week seemed to cascade over me, each moment now tinged with doubt.
There had been signs, hadn’t there?
Little things, like the argument I’d overheard between the housekeeper and one of the elder family members.
Or the way my husband had become evasive about his family’s private history.
And then, the cryptic message slipped into my purse, urging caution, with no name or explanation.
Each moment had felt like a small ripple, easily dismissed in the chaos of wedding preparations.
But now, they formed a larger pattern, one I couldn’t ignore.
The sound of laughter drifted up from downstairs, a reminder of the celebration still unfolding.
It felt distant, a world away from the tension tightening in my chest.
I turned from the window, the moonlight now feeling cold against my skin.
