The Secret He Left Behind のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

The power went out with a sharp click that sliced through the night. One moment, the hum of the refrigerator filled the kitchen; the next, silence swallowed everything whole.Elena froze where she stood, her breath caught halfway in her throat. The air felt heavier suddenly, like even the shadows were holding their breath.Her fingers fumbled against the counter as she whispered to herself, “The drawer… where’s the drawer?” She had left the flashlight somewhere near the sink—she was sure of it.But her hands met nothing but cool metal and the edge of the countertop. The darkness was thick, disorienting. Her heart pounded in her chest, loud enough she swore it echoed off the walls.A faint sound came from the living room.A shift of fabric. A small sigh.Elena’s gaze darted toward the couch where Aria slept, curled up under the blanket she had insisted wasn’t necessary earlier. The child didn’t stir. Her steady breathing was the o

“Mhmm…no…daddy, don’t go…”The words slip out in a whisper, barely louder than the hum of the ceiling fan. Adrian jolts awake. His hand, immediately patting her back. Aria, stills as her small fingers curl in her sleep. Her lashes flutter, and a soft sound escapes her throat — something between a sigh and a sob.He leans closer, his voice a low murmur. “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.”Aria’s breathing steadies again. The tension in his chest loosens, but not completely. The word — daddy — still echoes in his head like a bell that won’t stop ringing. It shouldn’t hit this hard, but it does.He stays there for a while, sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand lightly resting on her small back, feeling the slow rise and fall of her breath. The first light of dawn seeps through the thin curtains, painting the room in a pale gold.It’s peaceful. Almost painfully so.When he finally rises, his muscles protest — the long night has caught up with him. He straightens slowly, runs a hand o

The morning light pressed through the thin curtains, spilling faint gold over the counter. The kettle hummed softly, the only sound in the quiet kitchen. Elena stood near the drawers, searching for the jar of sugar she’d misplaced, her hand trembling just slightly. Her reflection on the kettle’s surface looked tired — the faint shadows under her eyes told their own story.She whispered to herself, the words barely audible.“Maybe it was nothing… probably just someone passing by.”“Maybe what was nothing?”The voice from behind her made her jolt. The spoon slipped from her fingers and clattered against the counter.She turned. “God, Adrian—you scared me.”He was leaning in the doorway, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his hair still mussed from sleep. A faint smile ghosted across his lips. “You talk to yourself a lot lately,” he said gently, crossing into the light. “That usually means something’s eating at you.”She turned away,

“Adrian!”Elena’s voice cracked through the dark, trembling and raw. The lights had gone out again—suddenly, sharply—and for a moment, all she could hear was the pounding of her own heartbeat. The folded piece of paper trembled in her hands, its words burning into her mind.You should’ve stayed hidden.“Elena?” Adrian’s voice came from down the hall. The beam of a flashlight cut through the shadows, and a moment later, he was in the doorway. His eyes swept the room, then landed on her—pale, clutching something against her chest.“What happened?”Her throat tightened. “This.” She handed him the note. “I—I found it under Aria’s pillow.”Adrian took it, reading in silence. His expression didn’t change, but the flicker in his eyes did. That quiet storm behind them came alive.“Where’s Aria now?” he asked, voice low.“Asleep,” she whispered. “I didn’t wake her.”He nodded once. “Good. Pack a few things. We’r

“Do you really have to go?” Elena’s voice was a whisper, almost lost to the hum of the sea outside the glass doors.Adrian paused halfway through buttoning his shirt. The morning light poured in behind him, tracing the lines of his shoulders, softening what should’ve looked cold and businesslike. “It’s only for a few days,” he said, not turning yet. “I just need to make sure things are handled properly before they get worse.”Elena crossed her arms, mostly to keep from reaching for him. “You said that last time,” she murmured. “And then things did get worse.”That pulled a faint, rueful smile from him. “You’re right,” he said quietly, finally facing her. His tie hung loose around his neck, forgotten. “But this time, I’m not leaving you unprotected. I’ve made arrangements.”She frowned. “Arrangements?”He hesitated for a heartbeat, then stepped closer. “Just someone I trust. He’ll check in while I’m gone. You’ll be safe here.”Ele