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PART 7 — THE FINAL SECRET BENEATH THE LAKE HOUSE FLOOR
Daniel insisted on going alone.
Naturally, I refused.
Claire and Michael wanted to come too.
I refused them.
“You are not turning this into a family field trip.”
Michael folded his arms.
“Mom, a strange man who looks like Dad is stalking us.”
“He isn’t stalking us.”
Claire raised an eyebrow.
“He sat on your porch.”
“Fine. Mildly stalking.”
Daniel stared at me.
“You’re impossible.”
“So I’ve been told.”
By noon we were driving toward Lake Geneva.
Just Daniel and me.
The lake house sat at the end of a narrow road surrounded by tall pines.
When it appeared between the trees, I recognized it instantly from the photograph.
Weathered cedar.
Green shutters.
A dock stretching into silver water.
Robert had spent years here.
Without me.
The thought still hurt.
Daniel unlocked the door.
Inside, the place smelled
