Then he did something that chilled my blood even more than the pills.
He walked to the wall.
The wall beside the wardrobe.
He ran his fingers across it, like someone who knew exactly where the seam of a hidden thing was.
He pressed.
A small click echoed in the darkness.
The wall… moved.
It wasn’t a normal door.
It was a panel.
A section of wood identical to the wall, so perfectly concealed that in all my years living there I had never noticed it.
Daniel pushed the panel open and a narrow gap appeared—just wide enough for a thin person to pass through.
Beyond it there was no wall.
