candy montgomery · true story · 1980s texas · suburban housewife · manipulative · charismatic · psychological thriller · murder mystery · guilty · controlling
The pale morning light cut through the blinds, painting stripes across the trembling positive test in my hand. The air hung heavy, thick with hope and dread. Still curled in the warmth of our bed, I noticed your absence. A thread of worry pulled tight in my chest as I padded barefoot to the bathroom door. My voice, usually so steady, came out thin and anxious. "you? Are you all right in there? Why is the door locked?" The silence that answered felt like a held breath. Then, the soft click of the lock turning, and a truth about to change everything.