EPISODE 3: THE SECRET MY MOTHER TOOK TO HER GRAVE

"Come out, Sarah. I know you're hiding behind those curtains."

My father's voice sounded different. It wasn't the gentle voice I had known since childhood. It was cold, frightening, and full of anger.

My legs trembled as I stepped out.

"Daddy, please explain what you meant when you said you're not my real father."

He stared at me for a long moment.

Then he laughed bitterly.

"So, you've finally discovered the truth."

Tears rolled down my cheeks.

"All these years, you've been lying to me?"

He looked away.

"Sarah, there are things you are too young to understand."

"I'm eighteen years old! I deserve to know who I am!"

He suddenly grabbed my wrist.

"Listen to me carefully. Forget about that photograph. Forget about the messages. And whatever you do, never contact the man in that picture."

"Why, Daddy? Who is he?"

He released my hand and walked towards the door.

"Because that man is dangerous."

Before I could ask another question, he left the room and locked the door from the outside.

I stood there, crying.

My own father had locked me inside my mother's bedroom.

Or should I say, the man I had always believed was my father?

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the photograph.

The mysterious man had familiar eyes. There was something about his face that reminded me of someone, but I couldn't figure out who.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated.

Another message.

It was from my mother's number.

"Sarah, don't believe everything your father tells you. Look behind the wardrobe."

I rushed towards the wardrobe and pushed it aside.

Behind it was a small wooden box.

Inside the box, I found an old diary, a hospital identification bracelet, and a letter addressed to me.

My hands shook as I opened the letter.

"My dearest Sarah,

If you are reading this, it means the truth has finally begun to come out. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you everything while I was alive.

The man you have always called your father is not your biological father.

Your real father is Daniel Williams, the man in the photograph.

Eighteen years ago, Daniel and I were deeply in love. But on the night you were born, something terrible happened. Daniel disappeared, and the man who raised you offered to take care of us.

I thought he was saving us. I didn't know what he truly wanted.

Sarah, before you trust anyone, you must discover what happened on the night of your birth.

And please, forgive me for the secret I kept from you.

Forever your loving mother."

I covered my mouth to stop myself from screaming.

Daniel Williams.

That name meant nothing to me.

Why had he disappeared?

What had happened on the night I was born?

And why was my father so afraid of him?

Suddenly, I remembered the hospital bracelet in the box.

I picked it up and wiped away the dust.

The name printed on it was mine.

But the date of birth was eighteen years ago, and beneath it was a handwritten note:

"BABY TRANSFERRED AT 11:45 P.M."

Transferred?

My mother had always told me I was born in that hospital.

Why would a baby need to be transferred?

Before I could examine it further, I heard a loud crash downstairs.

Then a man's voice shouted:

"WHERE IS SARAH?"

My heart nearly stopped.

I recognized that voice.

It was the same man from the photograph.

Daniel Williams.

I rushed to the bedroom door and banged on it.

"Daddy! Someone is here!"

Nobody answered.

I heard footsteps approaching.

Then my father's voice rang through the hallway.

"Daniel, you shouldn't have come back."

The mysterious man replied:

"You've kept my daughter from me for eighteen years. Did you honestly think I would never return?"

I pressed my hand against my mouth.

My daughter.

He was talking about me.

Then Daniel said something that shattered everything I thought I knew.

"I KNOW YOU DIDN'T JUST STEAL MY DAUGHTER, MICHAEL. I KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO HER MOTHER!"

Silence followed.

A moment later, I heard the sound of something heavy falling to the floor.

I screamed.

"DADDY!"

Nobody answered.

I tried the bedroom door.

It was unlocked.

I ran downstairs as fast as I could.

But when I reached the living room, I froze.

Daniel was standing beside the sofa, holding an old photograph.

My father, Michael, was nowhere to be seen.

Daniel turned towards me.

His eyes filled with tears.

"Sarah?"

I couldn't speak.

He took a step closer.

"I know this is difficult, but I've waited eighteen years to see your face."

I shook my head.

"Where is my father?"

Daniel lowered his eyes.

"Sarah, the man you call your father has been lying to you about everything."

"Where is he?" I screamed again.

Daniel swallowed hard.

Then he pointed towards the staircase.

"Before he disappeared, he left you something."

I followed his gaze.

At the top of the stairs stood my father.

His shirt was stained with blood.

And he was holding a knife.

He looked directly at Daniel.

Then he turned to me and said:

"SARAH, IF HE TELLS YOU THE TRUTH ABOUT YOUR MOTHER, HE WILL DESTROY YOUR LIFE FOREVER!"

I stood between the two men, unable to move.

Then my phone vibrated one last time.

A message from my dead mother appeared on the screen.

"SARAH, BOTH MEN ARE HIDING SOMETHING. BUT THE BIGGEST LIE IS ABOUT TO BE REVEALED. ASK THEM WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR TWIN SISTER."

My blood ran cold.

My twin sister?

I had never known I had a sister.

I slowly turned towards Daniel.

"Did I have a twin sister?"

His face changed instantly.

He looked at Michael.

Then he whispered:

"She's alive."

TO BE CONTINUED… 😱😭

❤️ LET'S TALK, MY LOVELY READERS!

If you were Sarah, whom would you believe?

A: Michael, the man who raised her.

B: Daniel, her biological father.

C: Neither of them, because both men are hiding secrets!

And the biggest question of all…

WHO TOOK SARAH'S TWIN SISTER?