After the wedding, Rosa and her new husband moved into her room upstairs.
For days, we barely saw them. Every time I knocked to deliver food, she’d call through the door, “Leave it there, sweetheart, I’ll eat later.”
At first, I respected her privacy — newlyweds deserve space, I thought. But by the eighth day, a sense of dread settled in. The trays of food I left outside were untouched. The house was eerily quiet.
Finally, I decided to open the door.
The Discovery
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