Revenge After Death

"Come on, Stephie," Steven grabbed my wrist as I attempted to leave.

Before Joel, who was outside the door, could enter the house, Steven kicked the door shut, trapping Joel outside.

Startled by his frustration, I asked in puzzlement, "What do you want—"

"I want to lock you up... in the basement, where I'll be the only one knowing of your existence," Steven's voice was hoarse as if suppressing his emotions.

He pressed me against the corner, enveloping me with a pressuring demeanor.

I had never seen him like this before; and honestly, I was rather scared by his current behavior.

It reminded me of what Mom wrote in her log, how Steven had imprisoned Stephanie in the basement and abused her.

"Y-You're not serious, are you?" I asked shakily.

Steven pulled me into his arms, sighing softly.

"Stephie... I just want you to live a normal life, with friends like Rachel, and a normal... husband and children. Spending the rest of your life happily, safely, without worries." "I'll give you that regardless of the price to pay... " Steven added softly.

this was

raced as I listened, leaning against his chest and feeling his heartbeat

included in that wish, as if he had always

go of me? Or perhaps, he

still don't believe that I'm Stephanie Carlson, do you? Must I recite the pi thing to prove it?" Steven ruffled my hair without answering. Though it was just a simple gesture of comfort, it managed to ease

I lacked a sense of security and

or try to test me... " I said stubbornly, worried that this might be

sighed helplessly. "Your husband is a genius, isn't he? So you should have more faith

and I realized that my numb heart could still feel

noticed the slight bleeding from my angry steps earlier as he

effortlessly into his arms, as though

it was his formidable strength that made me feel

incident, I was

had settled me on the bed, I

due to the effect of the sedatives, I had a severe

Do you truly believe she can