“Which doctor is treating her, sir?”
the boy asked, looking straight at Raymond. “Because I heard that lady talking… she said the doctor has gambling debts…”
The ground seemed to vanish beneath Raymond’s feet.
The doctor…
The treatment…
The medication…
Natalie had arranged everything.
“How do you know that?”
he asked, his voice shaking.
“Because I watch,”
the boy said simply. “If I don’t… I don’t survive.”
Natalie let out a forced laugh.
“This is ridiculous, Raymond. Let’s go.”
But this time…
He didn’t move.
For the first time in weeks, he truly looked at her.
And something felt wrong.
Too many things didn’t make sense.
“Dad…”
Sophia whispered, squeezing his hand. “I felt… like someone touched my head one night…”
Natalie stiffened.
Just for a second.
But it was enough.
The boy stepped closer.
“And that’s not all…”
he added quietly. “I also saw her… burning the hair… in the backyard… late at night…”
The air turned heavy.
Almost suffocating.
Raymond slowly turned toward his fiancée.
“Natalie…”
he said, his voice low. “What is going on?”
She didn’t answer.
And that silence—
that small, terrifying silence—
said more than anything she could have said.
The boy spoke again, almost whispering: