Chapter 3 - MY HUSBAND HAD A SECRETThe police took us home separately.
Emma went with my sister.
I didn't want her anywhere near the house.
The moment I stepped inside, everything felt wrong.
The twins' bottles were still in the kitchen.
Their blankets were still folded on the couch.
A tiny blue sock lay beneath the coffee table.
I picked it up.
Then I broke down.
I pressed the sock against my chest and sobbed.
Trevor stood behind me.
“I’m sorry.”
I turned.
“Where were you that night?”
He froze.
“You heard what the message said.”
“I was at work.”
“Until what time?”
“Almost midnight.”
“Who saw you?”
He didn't answer.
That silence was enough.
“Trevor.”
“I don't remember.”
“You don't remember where you were when our sons died?”
He rubbed his face.
“I was overwhelmed.”
“With what?”
He looked away.
I walked closer.
“Did you go to your mother's house?”
“No.”
“Did you call her?”
“No.”
“Did she call you?”
He said nothing.
I felt something inside me collapse.
“You're lying.”
Before he could answer, the detective entered.
“We found something.”
He held up a sealed evidence bag.
Inside was a small bottle.
My heart stopped.
“Where did you find that?”
“Behind the refrigerator.”
I stared at it.
“That isn't ours.”
The detective nodded.
“We know.”
Trevor stepped closer.
“What is it?”
“We're testing it.”
Then another officer appeared.
“Detective, we've got a problem.”
“What?”
“We searched the security footage from the neighboring house.”
He handed over a tablet.
The video showed our driveway.
The timestamp read 11:47 p.m.
A dark SUV stopped outside our house.
A woman got out.
I recognized her immediately.
Evelyn.
Trevor went pale.
“Mom.”
The detective looked at him.
“You said she wasn't there.”
“I didn't know.”
“You just told us she couldn't have entered because she didn't have a key.”
Trevor swallowed.
“She must have followed someone.”
The detective stared at him.
“Who?”
Trevor didn't answer.
Then the footage continued.
Evelyn entered our house.
Forty-two minutes later, she left.
Alone.
I felt sick.
The detective asked, “Did your wife know she was there?”
“No.”
“Did you?”
Trevor's silence answered.
I turned toward him.
“You knew.”
“No.”
“You knew she had a key.”
“Yes.”
“You knew she could enter.”
“Yes.”
“And you didn't tell me.”
“I was trying to protect you.”
“From what?”
“My mother.”
I stared at him.
Then he whispered the words that changed everything.
“She had been threatening you.”
I felt my stomach drop.
“For how long?”
“Months.”
“Why?”
Trevor looked at the floor.
“She wanted custody of the children.”
My hands went numb.
“She wanted my children?”
“She thought you were unstable.”
I laughed through tears.
“After everything she did to me, she told you I was unstable?”
Trevor looked devastated.
“I didn't believe her.”
“But you helped her.”
“No.”
“You stayed silent.”
He couldn't answer.
The detective stepped between us.
“Mr. Carter, we need your phone.”
Trevor hesitated.
“Why?”
“We're investigating your children's deaths.”
He handed it over.
The detective checked the call records.
His expression changed.
“Who is this number?”
Trevor looked at the screen.
“I don't know.”
“Twenty-three calls from the same number in the last two weeks.”
Trevor's face went white.
The detective looked at me.
“It's Evelyn's number.”
I closed my eyes.
Everything was beginning to connect.
But then the detective said something unexpected.
“There's something else.”
He turned the phone toward me.
A text message from Trevor to Evelyn.
Sent two nights before my twins died.
She won't give them to you willingly.
I stared at my husband.
“What does that mean?”
Trevor began crying.
“I can explain.”
“No.”
I stepped backward.
“What did you mean?”
“I was angry.”
“You were discussing my children with your mother.”
“I never wanted them hurt.”
“Then what did you want?”
He couldn't speak.
The detective looked at him.
“Mr. Carter, you need to start telling the truth.”
Trevor lowered his head.
“I wanted my mother to stop.”
“Stop what?”
“She was planning to take the children.”
“Legally?”
Trevor shook his head.
“No.”
My blood ran cold.
“How?”
He looked at me.
“I don't know.”
The detective's phone rang.
He answered.
His face changed.
“Understood.”
He hung up.
“We need to go to Evelyn's house immediately.”
“Why?”
“Because the lab found something in the bottle.”
“What?”
He looked at me.
“A substance that matches what was found in your sons' systems.”
My legs nearly collapsed.
Trevor caught me.
I pushed him away.
The detective continued.
“And there's another problem.”
“What?”
“We found evidence that someone entered Evelyn's house before us.”
I stared at him.
“Someone?”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
He looked toward the door.
“We don't know.”
Then my phone vibrated again.
Another unknown message.
This time there was a photograph.
It showed Evelyn standing beside my twins' cribs.
And behind her...
stood Trevor.
I stared at the photograph.
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The timestamp was from the night my babies died.
And Trevor was wearing the same shirt he had claimed he wore at work.
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