After the funeral, Noah and Daniel went to Harold’s old house to clear it out.
The house smelled of dust, medicine, and closed windows. Heavy curtains blocked the light. Family photos hung crookedly on the walls. Harold’s bedroom was at the end of the hall.
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Noah entered and felt cold.
Daniel opened drawers while Noah stripped the bed. Then he noticed that the mattress looked uneven.Doors & Windows
One corner was higher than the others.
He lifted them up.
First he saw old newspapers.
Then something pink.
Noah’s heart stopped.
He pulled it out slowly.
It was a piece of old fabric. Faded. Dirty. Almost falling apart.
But in one corner were three small white flowers.
Hand-embroidered.
Noah sank to his knees.Roommates & Shares
— Dad…
Daniel turned around.
– What is?
Noah held the cloth up with trembling hands.
— I think that belonged to Lily.
Daniel stared at it. All the color drained from his face.
Then he whispered:
Then he whispered:
— Don’t touch anything else.
Twenty minutes later, police cars were parked in front of the house.Home & Garden
Everything changed when Detective Claire Bennett entered Harold’s bedroom.
It was no longer an old man’s house.
It was a crime scene.
Dann kam Margaret.
