The Woman in the Basement
Russell dropped to his knees in the mud. “No. That can’t be true.”
I took the pendant from my pocket and let it fall to the ground in front of him. “Look at it. I was wearing it the night I dragged you out of that cabin.
I took bad burns on my back forcing the door open. While I recovered, Gwendolyn took it — and you chose her word over mine.”
He picked it up with shaking fingers, tears running down his face. “Heather — I didn’t know.”
“You didn’t care to know,” I said.
“Please forgive me,” he sobbed. “I’ll rebuild everything. We can be a family again.”