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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.

Lena looked up at the ceiling, heart hammering. Mark was still at the village shop. The house was supposed to be empty. the secrets you keep tracy lorraine vk

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. Lena’s blood went cold

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

But the notebook wasn’t hers.

The Secrets You Keep (A short story)