Full part: I slept with a stranger on my 62nd birthday, and the next morning I woke up alone and saw an envelope on the nightstand. What was inside made me regret that night.

It was a small key.

More specifically, it was the key to the safe inside my apartment.

Only my children knew about that safe.

Inside it were my mother’s jewelry, important documents connected to my apartment and cash I had gradually saved over the years.

I searched the handbag again.

The key was definitely gone.

A chill went through me.

One question immediately

became impossible to ignore.

How could Daniel possibly have known what that key opened?

I Rushed Back to My Apartment

I called a taxi and returned home as quickly as possible.

When I reached my floor, I immediately examined the apartment door.

It was locked.

There were no obvious signs that anyone had forced their way inside, and the lock appeared untouched.

I opened the door and hurried directly toward the bedroom.

Then I checked the safe.

It was empty.

The cash was gone.

My mother’s jewelry had disappeared.