Nobody moved.
The shadow beneath the hospital-room door had disappeared, but the silence it left behind seemed louder than any alarm.
Tyler's fingers tightened around mine.
Captain Reyes stood beside the door, one hand hovering near the handle without touching it. Detective Mercer had already moved to the other side of the room, positioning himself where he could see both the hallway and the window.
"Nobody opens that door," Mercer said quietly.
I nodded.
Tyler looked at Reyes.
"How many officers are on this floor?"
"Two in the corridor. More downstairs."
"Then how did someone get close enough to take that picture?"
Reyes didn't answer.
That was the problem.
The photograph on his phone showed our hallway from an angle that should have been impossible unless someone had been standing nearby. The fluorescent lights were visible. The framed hospital notice beside our door was visible. Even the small blue recycling bin near the nurses' station could be seen.
Whoever had taken it hadn't been watching from a distant building.
They had been close.
Very close.
Mercer moved toward the door and looked through the narrow glass panel.
"Clear."
"How can you tell?" I whispered.
"I can't."
That answer did not help.
He opened the door only a few inches.
A nurse was standing several feet away.
She looked startled.
"Detective?"
"Did you see anyone come down this hall?"
She shook her head.
"No."
"Anyone pass you?"
"No."
Mercer looked toward the elevator.
"Which way does that hallway lead?"
"Elevators and the stairwell."
"Has anyone gone through the stairwell recently?"
"I don't know."
Mercer closed the door.
"That's enough."
Tyler looked at me.
"Are you okay?"
I almost laughed.
"No."
"Fair."
I looked at the photograph again.
"Whoever sent this knows we're here."
Reyes nodded.
"And knows the floor."
"Could they be watching through the cameras?"
"The hospital security system is being checked."
Mercer pulled out his phone.
"I'm calling security."
He stepped aside.
I turned toward Tyler.
"The blue room."
He looked at me.
"What about it?"
"I remember more."
"What?"
"The letter."
He waited.
"It wasn't from the previous owner."
"How do you know?"
"Because I remember the envelope."
I closed my eyes.
The memory came in pieces.
A pale blue envelope.
No return address.
My name written across the front.
Not our family name.
Just Amanda.
I had found it tucked behind the wooden box in the spare room.
Six years ago.
Before we moved.
I remembered opening it.
I remembered reading only the first few lines.
Then I remembered becoming uncomfortable.
"What did it say?"
"I don't know."
"Try."
I swallowed.
"It said something about a child."
Tyler's expression changed.
"A child?"
"Yes."
"Whose?"
"I don't know."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought it was someone else's mistake."
"What kind of mistake?"
"I don't remember."
I opened my eyes.
"That's what scares me."
Reyes approached.
"What do you remember?"
I told him.
He listened without interrupting.
When I finished, he asked, "Was the envelope sealed?"
"No."
"Was there anything else inside?"
"One page."
"Handwritten?"
"Yes."
"Do you remember the handwriting?"
I hesitated.
"Not clearly."
"Male or female?"
"Female."
Mercer returned.
"The hospital security supervisor is reviewing footage."
"Any results?" Reyes asked.
"Not yet."
I looked at him.
"Could the person have entered with a patient?"
"Possibly."
"Or as a visitor?"
"Possibly."
"Then they could still be here."
Mercer nodded.
"Yes."
The thought made the room feel exposed.
Every passing footstep sounded deliberate.
Every voice outside seemed too close.
Tyler noticed my expression.
"Come here."
I moved closer.
He reached for my hand.
"You don't have to solve this tonight."
"Someone is using our old house."
"I know."
"They knew about the photograph."
"I know."
"They knew about Lily."
"Maybe."
"They knew you were at the warehouse."
"Yes."
"And now they know we're here."
He squeezed my hand.
"I know."
I looked at him.
"That isn't helping."
"I know."
Despite everything, I smiled.
He smiled back.
Then the door opened.
A hospital security officer stepped inside with Mercer.
"We have a problem."
My smile disappeared.
"What?"
"The camera covering this hallway stopped recording for six minutes."
Reyes stiffened.
"When?"
"About fifteen minutes ago."
"That's when the photograph was taken," Mercer said.
The officer nodded.
"Likely."
"Why did it stop?"
"We don't know."
"Mechanical failure?"
"Maybe."
"Someone disable it?"
"We're checking."
Mercer looked at Reyes.
"How many entrances to this floor?"
"Three."
"Stairwells?"
"Two."
"Elevators?"
"Two."
Mercer turned to the officer.
"Lock down the floor."
The officer hesitated.
"That requires authorization."
Mercer showed his badge.
"Then get authorization."
The officer left.
Tyler looked at me.
"You need to stay with me."
"I wasn't planning to go anywhere."
A few minutes later, the hospital announced a security restriction.
Visitors were asked to remain in their rooms.
The hallway became strangely quiet.
Then someone knocked.
Three short taps.
Everyone froze.
Mercer raised one hand.
Nobody spoke.
Another three taps.
Tyler looked at Reyes.
"That's not a nurse."
Mercer moved toward the door.
He checked the glass.
Nobody stood outside.
He opened it.
The hallway was empty.
But something lay on the floor.
A folded piece of paper.
Mercer picked it up with a gloved hand.
He opened it.
His expression changed.
"What?"
He handed it to Reyes.
Reyes read it.
Then gave it to me.
There were only two sentences.
*The blue room wasn't empty.**
*You left something behind.**
I stared at the words.
"I don't understand."
Tyler looked at me.
"Neither do I."
But I did.
Not completely.
Just enough.
There had been something else in that room.
Something I had forgotten.
Something I had deliberately stopped thinking about.
A sound came back to me.
A child's voice.
Not from the letter.
From the house.
I remembered waking one night six years ago because I thought I'd heard someone crying upstairs.
I had gone to the blue room.
The door had been open.
The window had been locked.
There had been nobody inside.
At the time, I blamed the old pipes.
Then we moved.
I had forgotten the incident.
Until now.
I looked at Tyler.
"I heard a child."
He stared at me.
"When?"
"At the old house."
"Six years ago?"
I nodded.
Reyes and Mercer exchanged a glance.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Tyler asked.
"I thought it was a dream."
"What did you hear?"
"Crying."
His face tightened.
"Was it a little girl?"
"I don't know."
"Did you hear words?"
I closed my eyes.
For a moment, there was only darkness.
Then something surfaced.
A whisper.
A single sentence.
I opened my eyes.
"She said, 'Please don't let him find me.'"
Nobody spoke.
The silence that followed was absolute.
Tyler looked at Reyes.
Reyes looked at Mercer.
Mercer slowly folded the paper.
Then he said, "We need to know exactly what happened in that house six years ago."
And for the first time, I understood that the fire might not have started the story.
It might have only reopened it.
Click here to continue reading: PART 10: Six Years Earlier, a Child Had Been Inside Our House, and the Letter I Thought Was Meaningless Suddenly Became the Most Important Evidence
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