The Secrets You Keep | Tracy Lorraine Vk

Then the final entry, dated last week: “She found the notebook. Good. Now she knows she’s never alone.”

The first page read: “Day 47 of watching her. She still doesn’t know I’m here.” the secrets you keep tracy lorraine vk

She found the notebook behind the loose brick in the fireplace of the rented country house — a place her husband, Mark, had insisted on. “No signal, no distractions,” he’d said, kissing her forehead. “Just us.” Then the final entry, dated last week: “She

Lena had always thought of secrets as things you buried. But the truth was simpler and worse: secrets buried you. She still doesn’t know I’m here

Lena’s blood went cold. She flipped through. Dates, times, observations — what she wore, when she left the lights on, when she argued with Mark. The handwriting was familiar. Not Mark’s. Someone else’s. Someone who had been in the house before them.