A few days later, I went to Karen's house to see how things were going.

My aunt had confirmed Carl's version of events, saying my sister was having a hard time and that it was a difficult period for her.

I'd sworn I'd never set foot in that house again.

Yet there I was, standing in front of the door once more.

A maid answered. It wasn't the same one as before.

"I'll let Mrs. Woods know you're here," she said before disappearing into the house.

Everything looked exactly as it had the