A Stranger in the House — Esther Luttrell

It started as the perfect relationship, it ended as a chilling revelation. How could she have missed the warning signals? How could love so perfect turn so deadly?

“Opening my eyes was one of the most difficult things I'd ever done. My lids weighed a ton each. I struggled to focus. That's when I realized I was face-down, staring at the floor. I wasn't afraid or even concerned. I was puzzled. I lay motionless in that position, hardly breathing, trying to understand what was happening. As my vision cleared, I saw the tips of black shoes only inches from my fingers.”

Sometimes the person we think we know the best is the one we know the least.
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