The Secrets You Keep Tracy Lorraine Vk ›

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.

A floorboard creaked upstairs.

Then the final entry, dated last week: “She found the notebook. Good. Now she knows she’s never alone.” the secrets you keep tracy lorraine vk

Lena had always thought of secrets as things you buried. But the truth was simpler and worse: secrets buried you.

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.” Lena’s blood went cold

But the notebook wasn’t hers.

Lena looked up at the ceiling, heart hammering. Mark was still at the village shop. The house was supposed to be empty. The handwriting was familiar

The first page read: “Day 47 of watching her. She still doesn’t know I’m here.”

The Secrets You Keep (A short story)

But secrets aren’t empty. They breathe. They wait. And sometimes, they keep you. Would you like a continuation, or would you prefer a story based on a specific theme or character from Tracy Lorraine’s style (romantic suspense, dark romance, etc.)? Just let me know.