When she asked about it, Ethan only said, “Mom scares easily, so she locks the door to feel safe.”
Her doubt grew heavier. Until that fateful rainy night. Ethan said his usual line — “I’ll examine on Mom for a bit” — and left.
What she saw stunned her.
Ethan wasn’t sleeping beside his mother – he was sitting next to her, holding her trembling hand. Mrs. Turner’s voice shook as she whispered,
“Don’t leave me, John… You’re just like your father. Don’t go.”
Grace’s breath caught. The next morning, her voice broke as she confronted her husband.
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