An officer checked the property. Utilities had been shut off. The cupboards were empty. The refrigerator cleared out.
It looked like someone who had left for good.
They listed him as missing.
But I couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong.
One afternoon, Jasper came home soaked and muddy. I gave him a bath, and when I removed his collar, I noticed something strange — a stitched seam that didn’t belong.
Inside was a small silver key and a folded note.
Dear Anna,
If you’re reading this, it’s time you knew the truth. This key opens an apartment at the address below. You’ll understand everything.
The address was twenty minutes away.
I drove there immediately.
Apartment 4B.
The key turned easily.
When I stepped inside, I froze.
The walls were covered in photographs of me.
