“Three days,” Tiffany whispered. “Come back then… and you’ll understand everything.”
That night, in a small motel room on Aurora Avenue, Grace lay awake beside her sleeping son, staring at the ceiling. She could still hear Tiffany’s voice in her mind. Come back in three days… you’ll see the truth.
Three Days in the Dark
The next morning, the storm passed, but Grace’s world still felt drowned in gray. With half the money Tiffany had given her, she paid for a few extra nights at the motel. She searched for work — anything to make ends meet — and found a temporary bookkeeping job online.
She told herself she would never go back. She told herself she didn’t care. But as the third day drew near, curiosity and something deeper — a quiet pull of unfinished business — began to grow inside her.
That night, she dropped Noah off with a trusted friend, promising she’d be back soon. Then she drove through the misty streets toward the house she once called home.
When she arrived, the lights were on. The front door stood wide open.
From inside came raised voices — Daniel’s sharp, angry tone and Tiffany’s trembling sobs.
Grace stopped just outside the gate, listening.
“I told you not to touch it!” Daniel shouted. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
