“Mommy, what are you thinking about? Aunt Chloe said the handmade noodles there are really delicious—we have to go tomorrow!”
My son’s voice snapped me back. I instinctively pulled him into my arms.
I almost refused outright, but when I saw Chloe standing not far away, I changed my mind.
I would still go to that noodle shop. But this time, I was going to expose the hidden hand behind our deaths.
I didn’t believe in coincidences—not this many.
The next morning, Chloe practically banged down our door in excitement.
When I noticed the purse hanging on her arm, my heart sank.
I had once seen that exact bag in my husband’s car. Back then, I thought it was meant to be a birthday surprise for me.
I never imagined it would appear on Chloe’s arm instead.
All the way there, she kept enthusiastically recommending the noodle shop. To anyone who didn’t know better, it would seem like she owned the place.
Before stepping inside, I glanced at the hidden camera on my button and the recorder hidden in my bag.
This time, I was fully prepared. I would never allow them to frame us again.
I needed to see exactly what these demons were plotting.