Chapter 3: The Bride With the Gun
“Put it down, Brielle.””
Daniel kept his hands visible, the photograph trapped between two fingers.
His daughter stood behind Michael in the hallway. Daniel could hear her breathing, quick and frightened, but he didn't look away from the weapon.
Brielle's wedding dress was stained at the hem. A tear had split the lace near her left hip, and a loose strand of hair clung to her damp cheek.
She looked nothing like the woman who had smiled at him beneath the chapel lights.
“Where's the key?”” she asked.
Daniel's fingers closed around the brass object in his pocket.
“I don't know what you're talking about.””
“Don't lie to me.””
“You're pointing a gun at me in my own house. I think you owe me some honesty.””
Brielle lifted the weapon slightly.
“Give me the key.””
Michael stepped forward.
“Brielle, put that thing down before you do something you can't undo.””
She swung the gun toward him.
“Stay where you are!””
Michael froze.
Daniel felt Lily clutch the back of his jacket.
“Daddy?””
“Go downstairs with Uncle Michael,” Daniel said quietly.
“Right now.””
Brielle shook her head.
“No. The girl stays.””
Daniel moved between them.
“You're not going anywhere near my daughter.””
“Then give me the key.””
“Tell me what it opens.””
“You wouldn't understand.””
“Try me.””
Brielle let out a sharp, humorless laugh.
“You still think this is about your wife. You still think the woman you loved is some innocent victim who needs you to rescue her.””
“Was she?””
Brielle's expression twisted.
“You have no idea what Elisa did.””
“Then tell me.””
“She destroyed everything.””
“Everything?””
“My family. My future. My life!””
Her voice cracked against the bedroom walls.
For a second, the gun wavered.
Daniel seized the opportunity.
“Brielle, whatever happened seven years ago, Lily has nothing to do with it. Put the gun down, and we can work this out.””
“Work it out?”” She stared at him.
“You think you can fix this with a conversation? You think you can walk away from me after everything I've done for you?””
Daniel felt a chill creep along his spine.
“What have you done for me?””
Brielle's mouth trembled.
Then she laughed.
“I held you while you cried over a woman who wasn't even there. I sat beside you at that ridiculous funeral. I listened to you tell the same stories about Elisa until I could recite them myself.””
“You offered to help me.””
“I offered to be your future!””
“And I thought you wanted one with me.””
“I did!””
She slammed her free hand against the dresser.
A glass perfume bottle toppled to the floor and shattered.
“I wanted a husband. I wanted a family. I wanted you to stop treating every room in this house like a shrine to a dead woman!””
Daniel stared at her.
“Is that why you searched her bedroom?””
Brielle's gaze darted toward the overturned mattress.
“You shouldn't have kept it locked.””
“I never locked it.””
“Exactly.””
The answer slipped out before she could stop herself.
Daniel's blood ran cold.
“You've been in here before.””
She said nothing.
“How many times?””
Brielle tightened her grip on the gun.
“Give me the key.””
Daniel slowly reached into his pocket.
He drew out the brass key and held it between his thumb and forefinger.
Brielle's entire face changed.
“There,” she whispered.
“Give it to me.””
“Tell me what it opens.””
“I can't.””
“Can't or won't?””
“Daniel, please.””
The sudden softness in her voice was more frightening than her shouting.
She lowered the gun by an inch.
“Do you remember the night Elisa disappeared?””
Daniel's stomach tightened.
“Of course I remember.””
“Do you remember where you were at ten fifteen?””
“At home.””
“No. You were at the hospital.””
He stared at her.
His mind reached backward through seven years of memories, searching for the night he had spent in the emergency department after receiving the call about the accident.
He had arrived at the hospital at nearly eleven. The police had told him the crash had happened earlier that evening. He remembered sitting beneath fluorescent lights while a doctor explained that no one could survive the fire.
He remembered calling Elisa's parents.
He remembered Lily sleeping in his brother's arms.
He remembered the detective who told him that identification had been difficult.
“What are you talking about?”” he demanded.
Brielle's eyes shone.
“You were at the hospital because Lily had a fever. Elisa was already gone by then.””
“Gone where?””
“Ask your wife.””
Daniel's pulse thundered in his ears.
“You know she's alive.””
Brielle's silence was answer enough.
“Where is she?””
“I don't know.””
“You just said I should ask her.””
“Because she was the one who started this!””
Brielle took a step closer.
“You think she sent that girl to save you? Elisa doesn't save people, Daniel. She uses them. She always has.””
“Stop talking about my wife.””
“Your wife?”” Brielle spat.
“You buried her. You spent seven years mourning her. You gave me a ring and promised to love me, and the second someone says her name, you throw me away.””
“You pulled a gun on me.””
“Because you won't listen!””
The words rang through the bedroom.
For a moment, neither moved.
Then Lily stepped into view.
She was crying silently, one hand pressed against her mouth.
“Why are you doing this, Aunt Brielle?””
Brielle flinched.
“Go downstairs.””
“Did you hurt Mommy?””
“Lily, don't—”
“Did you hurt her?””
Brielle's face twisted with anger.
“I did what I had to do!””
Daniel moved instantly.
“Michael, take her!””
Michael swept Lily into his arms and backed toward the stairs.
Brielle raised the gun again.
“No one leaves!””
Daniel lunged.
The gun fired.
The sound exploded inside the room.
A bullet tore through the curtain and struck the window frame. Glass burst inward, scattering across the floor.
Lily screamed.
Michael ducked, shielding her with his body.
Daniel slammed into Brielle's arm. They crashed against the dresser, knocking a lamp to the floor.
The gun skidded beneath the bed.
Brielle clawed at Daniel's face.
“Let me go!””
He caught both her wrists and forced them against the carpet.
“Michael! Get Lily out!””
Michael didn't hesitate.
He carried Lily down the stairs while Daniel struggled to keep Brielle pinned.
She bucked beneath him, kicking at his legs.
“You idiot!”” she screamed.
“You have no idea what you've done!””
Daniel tightened his grip.
“Where is Elisa?””
Brielle spat in his face.
“Dead!””
“You're lying.””
“She should have stayed dead!””
The words silenced him.
Brielle's breathing turned ragged. Her eyes widened as she realized what she had said.
Daniel stared down at her.
“You know she survived the crash.””
Brielle twisted her head away.
“You know she came back.””
“Stop!””
“That's why you're here, isn't it? You're afraid she'll tell me what happened to her.””
Brielle's body went still.
For the first time, Daniel understood that he wasn't looking at a woman who had lost control.
He was looking at a woman who had been trying to control something for years.
A siren wailed in the distance.
Michael had reached the police.
Brielle heard it too.
She suddenly stopped struggling.
“Daniel,” she whispered, “listen to me carefully. When the police arrive, you must tell them that I came here because I was worried about you.””
“You broke into my house with a gun.””
“I came to protect you.””
“From Elisa?””
“From what she'll do when she finds out you opened that door.””
Daniel's grip loosened slightly.
“What door?””
Brielle looked at his pocket.
“The one that key opens.””
He stared at her.
She swallowed.
“Do you remember the old boathouse behind the estate?””
Daniel did.
It stood at the edge of a narrow lake on the far side of the property, abandoned after a storm had damaged the roof. Elisa had loved walking there. She used to sit on the wooden steps and sketch the water while Lily played with stones along the shore.
After Elisa disappeared, Daniel had ordered the boathouse locked.
He had never gone inside again.
“What's in the boathouse?”” he asked.
Brielle's eyes filled with tears.
“Evidence.””
“Evidence of what?””
“Of the night Elisa disappeared.””
Daniel felt the room narrow around him.
“What evidence?””
Brielle's lips trembled.
“The truth about the accident.””
He released one of her wrists long enough to reach for his phone.
She jerked forward.
“Don't!””
Daniel pulled back.
“Why?””
“Because if you open that door, you'll find out what your wife did to your daughter.””
He stared at her.
“What did she do to Lily?””
Brielle shook her head frantically.
“I can't tell you.””
“You're going to tell me everything.””
“Not here!””
“Then where?””
She looked toward the window.
The police sirens grew louder.
Brielle's face crumpled.
“You have to understand, Daniel. I never wanted Lily hurt.””
Daniel felt sick.
“Then why did you threaten her?””
“I was trying to keep her away from Elisa.””
“Why?””
“Because Elisa is not the woman you remember!””
He stood slowly, keeping his body between Brielle and the hallway.
“Tell me where she is.””
Brielle began to sob.
“I don't know.””
“Tell me what happened seven years ago.””
“I can't.””
“Tell me why you have a gun.””
She looked at him with an expression he would never forget.
“Because I know what happens when Elisa gets what she wants.””
Footsteps thundered up the stairs.
Two police officers appeared in the doorway, weapons drawn. Michael stood behind them, Lily held tightly against his chest.
“Hands where we can see them!”” one officer shouted.
Daniel stepped away from Brielle and raised both hands.
“She's armed,” he said.
“The gun is under the bed.””
The officers moved quickly. One secured Brielle while the other retrieved the weapon.
Brielle didn't resist.
She simply stared at Daniel as the handcuffs closed around her wrists.
“You think this is over,” she whispered.
Daniel said nothing.
As the officers led her toward the door, she stopped beside him.
“You should have let me marry you.””
“Why?””
“Because at least then I could have protected you.””
“From my wife?””
Brielle leaned closer.
“From the woman who paid me to keep her secret.””
Daniel's breath caught.
“What woman?””
Brielle's eyes shifted toward Lily.
Then she smiled through her tears.
“Ask your daughter who visited her school.””
The officers pulled her away.
Daniel stood frozen.
He turned toward Lily, who had buried her face in Michael's shoulder.
“Sweetheart,” he said gently.
“Did the lady who gave you the letter tell you her name?””
Lily shook her head.
“Did you see her face?””
A long silence followed.
Then Lily lifted her head.
“Yes.””
Daniel crouched in front of her.
“Who was she?””
Lily's lips trembled.
“She looked like Mommy.””
Daniel closed his eyes.
“Did she say anything else?””
Lily nodded.
“She told me to remember the secret word.””
“What secret word?””
Lily reached into the pocket of her dress and pulled out a small scrap of paper.
Daniel recognized Elisa's handwriting immediately.
Four words were written across it.
*THE BELL RINGS TWICE.*
He looked up at Michael.
“What does that mean?””
Michael stared at the note.
Then his face went pale.
“Dan,” he whispered, “you need to come downstairs.””
“Why?””
Michael held up his phone.
The screen showed a live security feed from the boathouse.
The building's door was open.
A woman stood inside, facing the camera.
She wore a pale blue sweater.
Daniel couldn't breathe.
Even through the grainy image, he recognized the way she held her head, the way her hair fell across her shoulder, the familiar curve of her hand.
It was Elisa.
She looked directly into the camera.
Then she raised one finger to her lips.
Behind her, a bell began to ring.
Once.
Twice.
The image went black.
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And Daniel's phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number.
*Bring Lily to the boathouse. Come alone. If you bring the police, you'll never see your wife again.*
