I wrote all of this down in my diary, along with the photo that confirmed everything. My original plan was to reveal this dark truth to my mother during our family’s Day of Death Celebration when the family came together.
However, before I could say anything, Isabella found out about my investigation.
That day, during The Day of the Death Festival, after walking a fair distance, my mother realized that she had forgotten to bring the offerings. So, she sent me back to our old house to retrieve them.
As soon as I arrived at the old house, my phone rang. It was the investigator that I hired. I was too busy discussing everything that he had discovered that I failed to notice that Isabella had entered the house and accidentally heard the direction of our conversation.
She then hid behind the door and eavesdropped. However, she became panicked when she knew I knew the truth. So, she grabbed an iron shovel that was resting by the door. And before I could do anything, Isabella struck me on the head.
I immediately blacked out.
Fearing exposure, she decided to finish the job. Without hesitation, she set the old house on fire, trapping both me and the building in flames.