Voices. Two people whispering in the hallway.
“How much longer will this take?” asked a woman’s voice Sophia recognized instantly.
Elena. Richard’s wife.
“Be patient, my love. Not much longer now. The doctors say his system is getting weaker every day,” replied a man Sophia didn’t know.
Sophia’s blood ran cold.
“But that new cleaning woman… she makes me nervous. She asks too many questions,” Elena continued.
“Relax. If she becomes a problem, you know what to do.”
The footsteps faded away.
Sophia had heard enough.
They weren’t just poisoning Richard.
His own wife was involved.
And now they suspected her.
The Trap Closes
Sophia slipped out of the closet as quietly as possible. She needed to leave the house immediately.
But just as she reached the stairs, the lights in the mansion went out.
Total darkness.
Then a voice cut through the silence.
“Sophia… we know you heard us.”
Slow, deliberate footsteps began climbing the stairs.
“There’s no point in running,” the man said calmly. “We know every corner of this house.”
Sophia moved blindly through the hallway, hands shaking as she searched for an escape.
Now she understood why Richard always felt worst in the mornings. He slept directly above the poison.