A floorboard creaked upstairs.
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.
But the notebook wasn’t hers.
Then the final entry, dated last week: “She found the notebook. Good. Now she knows she’s never alone.”
The first page read: “Day 47 of watching her. She still doesn’t know I’m here.” 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.
The Secrets You Keep (A short story)
Lena had always thought of secrets as things you buried. But the truth was simpler and worse: secrets buried you.
