Not with suspicion.

But with recognition.

The GPS led her down a narrow road lined with old oak trees.

When it told her she had arrived, she hesitated before looking up—

and froze.

The house wasn’t ruined.

It was beautiful.

A stone home surrounded by wild gardens and towering trees. Not abandoned—just hidden.

Like a secret.

Before she could process it, an elderly woman approached.

“You’re Peggy,” she said.

Peggy nodded, confused.

“We’ve been waiting for you,” the woman added. “Richard told us you’d come.”

Peggy’s breath caught.

“He came here often,” the woman explained gently. “For years.”

Years.

Everything began to shift.

Those “business trips.”

Those weekends away.

He hadn’t been escaping.

He had been coming here.

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