I Thought She Was Just a Single Mother… Until I Learned What She Did After Midnight

“I don’t know how to thank you,” she whispered.

“You don’t have to,” I replied, my own voice trembling.

But she only shook her head, as though there were things she wished she could say but couldn’t.

That was the last time I saw her.

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Three days later, someone knocked on my door.

Two police officers were standing outside.

“Are you…?” one of them asked carefully, saying my name.

My stomach instantly sank.

They showed me a photograph.

Elena.

The blood drained from my face.

“What happened?” I whispered.