When Howard saw what Kelly was wearing, he paused, giving her a curious look.
“I thought you couldn’t stand cotton pajamas.”
After all these years together, he knew she’d always preferred silk—her closet was full of silk nightgowns, no matter the season.
She shrugged lightly. “Maybe I’m getting old.”
Howard laughed, reaching for her hand. “Aren’t we both?”
There was a time when nothing could shake them. No matter how tough things got, they faced it head-on. But now, just dealing with someone like Patricia left him completely worn out.
“How’s Mom?” he asked.
“She’s resting. She’ll probably need a few days to recover.”
They kept chatting as they walked into the bedroom.
While Howard was in the shower, Kelly sat at her vanity, putting away her skin care bottles. Just as she finished, her phone lit up on the table.
She picked it up and glanced at the screen.
A message from an unknown number. There was a picture attached.
And she was right there in the photo, clear as day.
For a second, Kelly’s face turned white. Then even whiter. Her hand shook as she held the phone.
That man was like a shadow—no matter what, she couldn’t shake him off.
The bathroom door opened and Howard came out, catching her before she could hide the panic on her face.
“You look terrible. What happened?”
“I’ve just been busy with work and not really keeping up with things at home. Are you sure everything’s okay?”
“Yeah, it’s nothing,” Kelly replied, forcing a smile. “Maybe I’m just hitting menopause or something.”
***
Early morning.
Oliver finished his run and came upstairs, surprised to find Patricia already awake, sitting on the bed with her phone. Usually, she’d still be asleep at this hour.


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