On my wedding night, I had to give my bed to my mother-in-law because she was “drunk”; the next morning I found something stuck to the sheet that left me speechless… On my wedding night, I was exhausted after a long day attending to the guests, so I retired to my room, hoping to cuddle with my husband and sleep peacefully.

One night I woke up to the sound of a soft bell in the attic.

I approached and opened the door to the room that had been locked since I moved in.

Under the yellow light, I saw old photos pasted all over the wall: photographs of Etha from infancy to adulthood, most of them alone or with her mother.

There was a diary on the table.

The first page said:

After the accident, it was just you and me left. Your father died, but he blamed your mother.

“From then on I swore that I would never let anyone take you away from me.”

I shuddered.