The Person I Found Inside My House
The next morning, I couldn’t take it anymore.
I needed answers, not theories.
I left the twins safely with my mom and drove back to the house.
The yard was empty.
My things were gone.
Like someone had cleaned up the scene after the crime.
I knocked.
No response.
So I walked around back, trying to keep my hands from shaking, and peered through the window.
And that’s when I froze.
There was Lorraine.
Derek’s mother.
Sitting at the dining table.
Sipping tea like she owned the place.
I banged on the door.
She looked up, startled for half a second… and then she smirked.
She opened the door just a crack, like I was the intruder.
“You’re not welcome here,” she said.
I demanded to know where Derek was.
She told me he was at the hospital in her city.
Taking care of his “sick mother.”
I stared at her.
She was standing right in front of me. Healthy. Smug. Calm.
When I called her out, she didn’t deny it.
She didn’t even flinch.
She admitted she had faked it.
Then she told me why.
And what she said next changed the entire story.
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