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Chapter 6 - THE LAST VIDEO

Nathan stared at the screen.

The phone felt heavier than anything he had ever held.

Because he knew.

Whatever was on that video could destroy everything.

Claire stood behind him.

“Nathan
”

He didn’t turn around.

“Did you know about this?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

Claire swallowed.

“Yes.”

For once, Nathan wanted to believe her.

But trust was not something he had anymore.

He pressed play.

The screen showed darkness.

Then Emily’s voice.

“Nathan
”

His heart shattered.

He hadn’t heard her voice in five years.

Not really.

Not like this.

There was fear in it.

“Something happened.”

The video shook.

Like Emily was recording while moving.

“I don’t have much time.”

Nathan covered his mouth.

Claire started crying.

Emily continued.

“If anything happens to me, you need to know
”

A noise came from the background.

Someone was there.

Emily suddenly lowered her voice.

“I trusted the wrong person.”

Nathan looked at Claire.

Claire shook her head.

“No.”

The video continued.

“I thought I knew who loved me.”

Another sound.

A door opening.

Emily whispered:

“Oh my God.”

The camera moved.

Then Nathan saw something.

A person standing in the doorway.

The video quality was poor.

But one thing was clear.

The person was wearing a necklace.

A necklace Nathan recognized.

His mother’s necklace.

The same necklace Michael’s wife had worn for years.

The video suddenly cut.

The room went silent.

Nathan slowly looked at Claire.

“Who else had access to Emily’s house that night?”

Claire couldn’t answer.

Nathan replayed the final seconds.

Again.

And again.

Then he noticed something.

A reflection in the mirror.

Not the person at the door.

Someone else.

Someone standing behind Emily.

Nathan froze.

Because he recognized that face.

It was someone he had trusted.

Someone who cried at Emily’s funeral.

Someone who told him:

“I’ll always protect your family.”

Nathan whispered the name.

“No
”

Claire looked at him.

“Who is it?”

Nathan stared at the screen.

His voice barely came out.

“It was my father.”

At that moment, Nathan’s phone rang.

Unknown number.

He answered.

A deep voice spoke.

“You found the video.”

Nathan’s blood turned cold.

“Who is this?”

The man laughed softly.

“You should have left the past buried.”

Nathan tightened his grip.

“Where are you?”

The voice became serious.

“Ask yourself one question, Nathan.”

“What?”

“Why do you think your father died the same year Emily did?”

The call ended.

Nathan stood there frozen.

Because he had just realized something terrifying.

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Emily’s death was not the beginning of the secret.

It was only the first thing they buried.

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