LOGINChloe's trial moved quickly. The evidence was impossible to ignore. She had lowered the freezer temperature, blocked the vents, and sabotaged my only hope of reaching out. Every link in the chain was unbreakable. On the day the verdict was announced, Logan lingered outside the courthouse, his eyes fixed on the heavy gray sky. A reporter rushed over and shoved a microphone toward him. "Mr. Logan, as a former attorney, what's your reaction to the verdict?" He lowered his gaze and looked at the reporter. "It should've been harsher." He slipped into his car and drove away, never once glancing in the rearview mirror. Afterward, my soul drifted through the Ellison Residence, witnessing late autumn surrender to the deep hush of winter. Ethan locked my old bedroom, preventing anyone from entering, yet every weekend, he unlocked the door himself and sat quietly on the edge of my bed, letting the hours slip by. On the desk sat the second sandalwood carving I never got to finish.
By the time Chloe was led away, every streetlight on the block glowed against the dusk. Red and blue police lights flickered across the mansion's white walls. Two female officers walked on either side of her as they escorted her out. Her hair was tangled, her cheeks wet with tears, and she kept repeating the same words. "Ethan, save me… Mason… Logan… I didn't mean to…" No one replied. The three brothers stood before the living room windows, yet none of them looked out. The police car pulled away. Its taillights vanished into the night, leaving the Ellison Residence in silence once more. Patrick led the funeral home staff down into the basement. I trailed behind them into the freezer. The funeral home workers were no strangers to death, but when the walk-in door opened, even the lead worker paused. He glanced at the body curled in the corner, then at the number still glowing on the control panel. After a long silence, he finally beckoned the others inside. They han
Patrick moved fast. The Ellison Residence's security system had been custom-built under Ethan's supervision. It was supposed to cover every inch of the property with no blind spots. Even the far corners of the garden had infrared night vision. So of course, the hallway outside the basement freezer had cameras too. The projector screen descended into the living room, its movement slow and deliberate. Patrick fumbled with the cables, his hands trembling so badly he nearly dropped the remote. Chloe remained on her knees, her face drained of color. She parted her lips, desperate to speak, but no words came out. Then, the footage appeared. It was three days ago at 7:47 p.m. On the screen, my three brothers hauled me toward the walk-in freezer. Mason and Logan gripped my arms, one on each side. My heels scraped the floor, leaving jagged, desperate trails. I was fighting. But at seventeen, my joints already ached like those of someone twice my age. How could I possibly fight
In the living room, Chloe was curled up on the couch beneath a cashmere throw, a mug of hot cocoa in her hands. Outwardly, she appeared absorbed in her phone, a faint smile playing on her lips. Yet every few seconds, her gaze darted anxiously toward the staircase. Her brothers had been downstairs too long. She had expected my three brothers to storm downstairs, unleash their anger on me, and return fuming. Then, with perfect timing, she could slip into her sweetest act and bring the ordeal to a close. However, nearly forty minutes had passed. Chloe set down her phone and bit her lower lip. The freezer had been set to -58°F for three days. She knew I might not survive that kind of cold. Still, I had grown up with nothing. Girls like me were supposed to be tough, used to hardship and biting winters. Besides, Chloe had only changed the temperature. She did not lock me in there with her own hands. If something really happened, my three brothers were the ones who locked th
The phone slipped from Mason's hand and hit the frozen floor with a sharp crack. Ethan bent to pick it up, his hands clumsy in a way that seemed almost unlike him. He stared at those seven words for a long time.He stared at those seven words for a long time. Then, his hand started to tremble, the shiver crawling from his fingertips up his arm until every part of him quaked. 'Ethan, I'm so cold. Please save me.' The message failed to send. 'She sent it. She really did ask me for help. She wasn't ignoring me. She wasn't refusing to apologize. 'She was trapped in this frozen hell, typing those words with fingers that must have been too numb to move. And I never saw it. Her phone froze before the message could reach me.' Ethan suddenly remembered what he had said only hours ago when he slammed his own phone onto the table. 'Three days, and not one apology. She really thinks she did nothing wrong?' He doubled over and slammed his fist into the ice. The ice cracked beneat
Inside the walk-in freezer, ice covered every surface. Waves of thick white fog spilled out, swallowing the air in a ghostly chill. All three of my brothers stopped in their tracks. In the corner, a human-shaped figure was curled against the wall. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her knees, her head lowered, as if shrinking into herself could preserve the last faint trace of warmth in her body. A thin layer of frost covered her skin, which had turned a haunting blue-purple. Her fingers stretched toward the door. Each nail was bent or shattered, dark red blood frozen into jagged shards that traced a desperate path from her fingertips to the steel door three yards away. She had crawled. In her last moments, she had clawed her way, inch by inch, toward the promise of escape. Ethan's eyes widened. His lips trembled, but nothing came out. "Move." Mason pushed past him and strode forward. He crouched beside me and reached for my neck. The second his fingers touched







