Joel Dicker The Disappearance Of Stephanie Mailer Novels & Stories

"Wanda, I'll find you. I swear I will. I'll get down on my knees and beg for your forgiveness if that's what it takes." Hundreds of messages, one after another, packed into the screen like a digital breakdown. Edgar had completely lost it. I uninstalled WhatsApp without a second thought. Out of sight, out of mind. I had truly believed Edgar would never find me again. But one day, as I returned home from teaching, the last person I ever wanted to see was standing at my door.

We hadn’t even gone to trial, yet it was rare to receive such mail before. I stepped out seeing Stephanie open the mail both the security seemed satisfied with the post and left. However, I watched a Stephanie’s whole-body tense as she looked down at the pictures sent, curious I walked over seeing they were of a horrific car accident, I caught the sand timer out of the corner of my eye. I knew immediately that Carter had sent these, it was his trademark. I went to pick up the picture when Stephanie ripped it out of my hands, instead I saw the note he had sent.

Finally, she withdrew a crumpled piece of paper. “I saved this for when we were alone,” she said, her voice quivering, “but I don’t think that day will ever come.” She smoothed out the paper with shaking fingers, holding it aloft. “You think it was our father who killed our mother. But you’re wrong. Dead wrong.” Jack’s impassive face finally shifted, his brows knitting together as his gaze locked on the paper. “What is that?” he asked, his tone edged with caution. I didn’t know what Stephanie’s plan was—or whether I could even trust her—but I waited, bracing myself.