Two Weeks Ago, My Wife Went To Visit Our Daughter And Son-In-Law. I Decided To Surprise Them And Went Too. Just As I Reached Their Front Door, Their Neighbor Hurried Toward Me And Shouted, “Wait, I Have To Tell You Something…” Within Five Minutes, The Whole Situation Turned Into Something I Never EXPECTED.

turned to fire. A pure, cleansing rage surged through me, the kind I hadn’t felt in decades.

“You!” I roared, pushing myself up from the floor. “You worthless piece of trash. You did this!” I lunged for the stairs, my only thought to get my hands on him, to make him pay.

But Henderson was suddenly there, grabbing me in a bear hug.

“Louis, no. Let the police handle this. Don’t you do something you’ll regret.”

I fought against his grip, tears of pure fury finally blurring my vision. “He killed her. He killed my wife!”

“I didn’t! I didn’t!” Jason started yelling, finally finding his voice as they dragged him down the stairs. His eyes were wild, looking not at Maya, but right at me.

“Mr. Harrison—Louis, please! It wasn’t me. Check her laptop. Check Maya’s laptop. She found—she—”

His words were frantic, desperate, but Maya’s screams drowned him out.

“Liar!” she howled from the top of the stairs. “You monster! You tried to kill her!”

The officers dragged Jason through the foyer and out the splintered front door.

“Please!” he yelled one last time. “The laptop!”

The front door slammed shut.

I was left in the ruined living room, my chest heaving, my body shaking. Henderson still had a firm hand on my shoulder. Maya was sobbing uncontrollably, collapsed on the upstairs carpet. And Evelyn—my Evelyn—was still lying on the floor, so terribly still, as paramedics finally rushed in with a stretcher.

“Check her laptop.” What kind of nonsense was that? The man was a cornered rat trying to bite anyone he could. My daughter was the victim. My wife was the victim. And he—he was the monster.

I knew it. I’d known it since the moment I first laid eyes on him.

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