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October 14 - October 18, 2025
Tonight, I will be murdered.
It all started with a simple cleaning job. And now it might end with my blood being mopped off the cabin floor.
I have made an incredibly bad judgment call. I have underestimated an extremely dangerous person. And now I will pay the ultimate price.
My last boyfriend was the one who convinced me to follow the career path to social work—so I could help people in need while staying within the confines of the law. You need to help everyone, Millie. It is what I love about you. He really understood me. Unfortunately, he’s not around anymore.
I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about that apartment that makes me uneasy.
I have seen a lot of bad things in my lifetime, but Wendy Garrick’s face is one of those things that will haunt me for years to come. That woman had been pummeled, and from the looks of her, it didn’t happen all at once. The bruises covering her face are in various stages of healing.
“It’s from my medications,” she tells me. “I had a fall, and I take blood thinners. It makes me bruise easily.” Has this woman looked in a mirror? Is she really trying to tell me that this happened from a fall?
“Listen to me, Millie,” she says in a low voice. “You have no idea what you’re dealing with here. You do not want to get involved with this situation. You need to walk away and leave me be.”
“If you know what’s good for you, you need to close this door and get out of here.”
“He’s dead,” she whispers in a hoarse voice. “He’s really dead.” “I didn’t mean to kill him,”
“Thank you,” Wendy says. “Thank you for saving my life. I knew you would.”
I did save her life. I have to remember that. I’ll have to explain it to the police when they get here.
So if the man on the screen is Douglas Garrick… Who the hell did I kill last night?
This man looks like the man that I had hoped to turn Douglas into when I first met him at that modern art exhibit. He is Douglas 2.0, while my husband is barely even the beta version.
After the last six months, I needed a win, and today was a big win. Douglas is dead, I’m getting a massive inheritance, and Millie is completely taking the fall for everything. She served her purpose quite well.
“You want Doug’s money transferred over to you?” Joe asks. “Yes.” I drum my fingers on the kitchen counter. “That’s how this works, isn’t it?” “Not exactly…” Joe is silent for a moment. “Wendy, are you aware that Doug changed his will last month?” What? “No. What are you talking about?” “He changed his will. Left everything to charity.”
Russell is dead. Murdered. And it happened between the time I left the bathroom and right now.
My eyes strain to take in the tiny bit of light, and for a moment, I can clearly see the face of the woman moving toward me with a knife in her right hand. Oh, Jesus Christ. It’s not Millie.
“Marybeth?” I whisper. My husband’s secretary—who also happens to be Russell’s wife—is standing only a few feet away from me now, her eyes boring into me.