The House of Lies
Ethan had spent three years building this house—three years of designing, planning, and watching it rise from the ground. Every steel beam, every window, every light fixture was placed with meticulous care.
It was supposed to be his sanctuary. A fresh start. A place where the past couldn’t reach him.
But lies have a way of finding their way home.
The night he moved in, a package arrived at his doorstep. No return address. Just a small, black box.
Inside it?
A single golden locket—the same one she used to wear.
The same one he had buried with her.
His hands shook as he turned it over, revealing the engraving on the back. “Forever yours, Ethan.”
A cold sweat prickled down his spine.
Someone was playing a game with him.
Or worse…
She was back.
