Chapter 5
I checked the time–Hector should have already left for work. Taking a deep breath, I muttered, “I’ll go back and find it now.”
Once home, I ran straight to the bedroom and started searching. I rummaged through drawers, checked under the bed, and combed through the closet. I turned every possible hiding spot inside out, yet there was nothing.
Exhausted and overwhelmed, I slumped to the floor, my thoughts spiraling into chaos.
Then, I suddenly remembered what the old woman had said- the Twin Hex insects needed blood to survive.
Gritting my teeth, I grabbed the small knife from my bag. With trembling hands, I drew the blade across my finger, opening a shallow cut.
Blood pooled quickly, dripping onto the hardwood floor. I held my breath and listened intently, waiting for any sign of movement. Before long, I heard a faint sound echoing from the wall, like something crawling.
As I turned to the source of the voice, I noticed it was coming from behind the large wedding portrait of Hector and me hanging on the wall. Even though I was terrified, I steadied myself and yanked the photo off the wall.
I gasped when I saw the jar. Inside was another fat, wriggling black bug identical to the one I had taken from Vanda.
Rage and disbelief washed over me. I could not believe that Hector–my own husband, the father of my baby–had teamed up with Vanda to destroy me. It was ridiculously cruel and
unbelievable.
