PART 10: THE NOTEBOOK
\nVanessa\u2019s question followed me home.
\nWhat if there are more of us?
\nI wanted to dismiss it.
\nI wanted to believe Caleb was many things, but not that.
\nThen I remembered something.
\nA black leather notebook.
\nFor years, Caleb carried it everywhere.
\nBusiness meetings.
\nWork trips.
\nWeekend errands.
\nHe guarded it more carefully than his phone.
\nWhenever I asked what was inside, he always gave the same answer.
\n\u201cWork notes.\u201d
\nI never questioned it.
\nWives trust.
\nThat\u2019s what makes betrayal possible.
\nThat night, while Caleb was staying in the guest room, I searched his home office.
\nThe notebook wasn\u2019t there.
\nNeither was it in his truck.
\nThen I opened the storage cabinet above the garage refrigerator.
\nA place Caleb thought nobody used.
\nThe notebook was sitting behind an old toolbox.
\nMy pulse quickened.
\nI opened it.<\/p>\n
The first pages were exactly what I expected.<\/p>\n
Meeting notes.<\/p>\n
Project ideas.<\/p>\n
Phone numbers.<\/p>\n
Then halfway through, the handwriting changed.<\/p>\n
Names.<\/p>\n
Dates.<\/p>\n
Restaurants.<\/p>\n
Hotels.<\/p>\n
Gifts.<\/p>\n
Dozens of entries.<\/p>\n
Each page carried a woman\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
My hands started shaking.<\/p>\n
Vanessa.<\/p>\n
Lila.<\/p>\n
Others I had never heard of.<\/p>\n
The notebook wasn\u2019t a planner.<\/p>\n
It was a record.<\/p>\n
And my husband had been keeping score.<\/p>\n
PART 11: THE WOMAN FROM DENVER<\/p>\n
The next morning, I called Mark.<\/p>\n
Twenty minutes later, he was sitting at my kitchen table.<\/p>\n
The notebook lay between us.<\/p>\n
Neither of us spoke while turning the pages.<\/p>\n
Then we reached an entry from nearly two years earlier.<\/p>\n
DENVER.<\/p>\n
Hotel reservation.<\/p>\n
Dinner reservation.<\/p>\n
Weekend flight.<\/p>\n
Woman: Rachel.<\/p>\n
Mark frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho\u2019s Rachel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
But the page included something unusual.<\/p>\n
A phone number.<\/p>\n
I stared at it for a long moment.<\/p>\n
Then I dialed.<\/p>\n
The call connected.<\/p>\n
A woman answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n
For several seconds, neither of us spoke.<\/p>\n
Finally I asked,<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you know a man named Caleb Cole?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then a long exhale.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh my God.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words sent ice through my body.<\/p>\n
Because they weren\u2019t confused.<\/p>\n
They were exhausted.<\/p>\n
Like someone reopening an old wound.<\/p>\n
Rachel laughed once.<\/p>\n
A bitter sound.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many of you are there now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark slowly lowered his coffee cup.<\/p>\n
And suddenly neither of us wanted to hear the answer.<\/p>\n
PART 12: THE MEETING<\/p>\n
Three days later, Rachel flew in.<\/p>\n
I offered to meet her at a small caf\u00e9 outside Ridge Hollow.<\/p>\n
When she walked through the door, I recognized the look immediately.<\/p>\n
The same look I had seen in the mirror.<\/p>\n
The look of someone who had finally stopped doubting themselves.<\/p>\n
Rachel sat down.<\/p>\n
No small talk.<\/p>\n
No introductions.<\/p>\n
She opened her purse.<\/p>\n
Then placed a photograph on the table.<\/p>\n
Caleb.<\/p>\n
Standing beside her.<\/p>\n
Smiling.<\/p>\n
The timestamp was from eighteen months earlier.<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
Rachel slid over another photograph.<\/p>\n
Then another.<\/p>\n
Then another.<\/p>\n
Vacation pictures.<\/p>\n
Restaurant pictures.<\/p>\n
Weekend trips.<\/p>\n
An entire relationship.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me he was separated,\u201d she said quietly.<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Of course he did.<\/p>\n
Rachel laughed without humor.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said his marriage was basically over.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark looked away.<\/p>\n
Rachel wasn\u2019t finished.<\/p>\n
She reached into her purse one final time.<\/p>\n
Then placed a folder on the table.<\/p>\n
Inside were emails.<\/p>\n
Messages.<\/p>\n
Flight records.<\/p>\n
Hotel receipts.<\/p>\n
Evidence.<\/p>\n
Years of evidence.<\/p>\n
I stared at the growing pile.<\/p>\n
The affair wasn\u2019t years old.<\/p>\n
It was a lifestyle.<\/p>\n
Then Rachel pointed to one photograph near the bottom.<\/p>\n
A woman stood beside Caleb.<\/p>\n
Not Vanessa.<\/p>\n
Not Lila.<\/p>\n
Not Rachel.<\/p>\n
Someone else.<\/p>\n
Someone none of us recognized.<\/p>\n
Rachel\u2019s voice dropped to a whisper.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s the woman he left me for.\u201d<\/p>\n
The caf\u00e9 suddenly felt very quiet.<\/p>\n
Because for the first time\u2026<\/p>\n
We realized we weren\u2019t uncovering a secret.<\/p>\n
We were uncovering a pattern.<\/p>\n
PART 13: THE UNIDENTIFIED WOMAN<\/p>\n
For a long moment, nobody at the table spoke.<\/p>\n
The photograph sat between us.<\/p>\n
The unknown woman stood beside Caleb on what looked like a beach.<\/p>\n
She was smiling.<\/p>\n
One hand rested lightly on his arm.<\/p>\n
Comfortable.<\/p>\n
Familiar.<\/p>\n
Like she belonged there.<\/p>\n
Rachel pushed the picture toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI found it in his email.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout a year ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you ever ask him about her?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel laughed.<\/p>\n
A tired, painful laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me she was a coworker.\u201d<\/p>\n
We all knew what that meant.<\/p>\n
Not because it was believable.<\/p>\n
Because it was convenient.<\/p>\n
I turned the photo over.<\/p>\n
Something was written on the back.<\/p>\n
The ink had faded.<\/p>\n
But not completely.<\/p>\n
I held it closer to the light.<\/p>\n
Then my breath caught.<\/p>\n
There was a date.<\/p>\n
And a name.<\/p>\n
Evelyn.<\/p>\n
No last name.<\/p>\n
Just Evelyn.<\/p>\n
The moment I read it, my phone buzzed.<\/p>\n
A text message.<\/p>\n
Unknown number.<\/p>\n
I almost ignored it.<\/p>\n
Then I opened it.<\/p>\n
The message contained only six words.<\/p>\n
I know who Evelyn is.<\/p>\n
My heart stopped.<\/p>\n
A second message arrived.<\/p>\n
And she\u2019s looking for Caleb too.<\/p>\n
PART 14: THE STORAGE UNIT<\/p>\n
The unknown number belonged to a woman named Denise.<\/p>\n
She refused to explain anything over text.<\/p>\n
Instead, she sent an address.<\/p>\n
A storage facility on the far side of town.<\/p>\n
I nearly deleted the message.<\/p>\n
Then she added one sentence.<\/p>\n
Ask Caleb about Unit 417.<\/p>\n
By noon the next day, I was standing outside a row of metal storage doors with Mark beside me.<\/p>\n
The place smelled like dust and hot concrete.<\/p>\n
Denise arrived five minutes later.<\/p>\n
She looked nervous.<\/p>\n
Like someone carrying information she wished she didn\u2019t have.<\/p>\n
Without speaking, she handed me a photocopy.<\/p>\n
Storage Agreement.<\/p>\n
Unit 417.<\/p>\n
Renter: Caleb Cole.<\/p>\n
The contract was almost three years old.<\/p>\n
Three years.<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is this?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Denise looked away.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy husband used to work here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUsed to?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe quit after discovering something.\u201d<\/p>\n
A cold feeling spread through my chest.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he discover?\u201d<\/p>\n
Denise swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour husband wasn\u2019t storing furniture.\u201d<\/p>\n
The silence stretched.<\/p>\n
Then she whispered,<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was storing gifts.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of gifts?\u201d<\/p>\n
Denise\u2019s eyes filled with sympathy.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe kind you buy for different women when you don\u2019t want any of them finding out about each other.\u201d<\/p>\n
For a moment, nobody moved.<\/p>\n
Then Mark quietly said,<\/p>\n
\u201cOpen the unit.\u201d<\/p>\n
PART 15: THE WALL OF LIES<\/p>\n
The manager unlocked Unit 417 at 2:18 p.m.<\/p>\n
The metal door rattled upward.<\/p>\n
Dust drifted through the sunlight.<\/p>\n
Then everything inside became visible.<\/p>\n
I wasn\u2019t prepared.<\/p>\n
Neither was Mark.<\/p>\n
The unit wasn\u2019t full of furniture.<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t full of boxes.<\/p>\n
It was full of memories.<\/p>\n
Or at least copies of them.<\/p>\n
Photo albums.<\/p>\n
Jewelry boxes.<\/p>\n
Greeting cards.<\/p>\n
Vacation souvenirs.<\/p>\n
Dozens of them.<\/p>\n
Carefully labeled.<\/p>\n
Each shelf carried a name.<\/p>\n
Rachel.<\/p>\n
Vanessa.<\/p>\n
Lila.<\/p>\n
Evelyn.<\/p>\n
Others.<\/p>\n
So many others.<\/p>\n
My knees nearly gave out.<\/p>\n
Because suddenly I understood.<\/p>\n
Caleb wasn\u2019t keeping memories.<\/p>\n
He was keeping inventory.<\/p>\n
Every relationship.<\/p>\n
Every lie.<\/p>\n
Every version of himself.<\/p>\n
Cataloged.<\/p>\n
Organized.<\/p>\n
Stored away.<\/p>\n
As if the women in his life were items on a shelf.<\/p>\n
Then Mark pointed toward the back wall.<\/p>\n
A large white envelope hung from a nail.<\/p>\n
My name was written across the front.<\/p>\n
MARISSA.<\/p>\n
My pulse began hammering.<\/p>\n
Slowly, I removed the envelope.<\/p>\n
Inside was a folder.<\/p>\n
And inside the folder was something even worse than the affairs.<\/p>\n
A complete file on me.<\/p>\n
Bank statements.<\/p>\n
Mortgage records.<\/p>\n
Insurance documents.<\/p>\n
Retirement accounts.<\/p>\n
Property estimates.<\/p>\n
Everything.<\/p>\n
Someone had spent years preparing for a divorce.<\/p>\n
And at the very bottom sat a handwritten note.<\/p>\n
A note in Caleb\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
Four words.<\/p>\n
WAIT UNTIL SHE INHERITS.<\/p>\n
The world seemed to stop.<\/p>\n
Because my grandmother was still alive.<\/p>\n
And suddenly the affairs weren\u2019t the most terrifying thing I\u2019d discovered.<\/p>\n
Caleb had been waiting for something.<\/p>\n
And whatever it was\u2026<\/p>\n
It involved my family\u2019s money.<\/p>\n
PART 16: THE PHONE CALL<\/p>\n
I read the note three times.<\/p>\n
WAIT UNTIL SHE INHERITS.<\/p>\n
The words didn\u2019t change.<\/p>\n
Neither did the handwriting.<\/p>\n
Caleb\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
The same handwriting that filled birthday cards.<\/p>\n
The same handwriting that signed mortgage papers.<\/p>\n
The same handwriting that once wrote,\u00a0Forever starts with you.<\/em><\/p>\n I felt sick.<\/p>\n My grandmother, Eleanor, was eighty-seven years old.<\/p>\n Stubborn.<\/p>\n Sharp.<\/p>\n Still living alone.<\/p>\n Still beating everyone at cards.<\/p>\n Still calling me every Sunday.<\/p>\n She wasn\u2019t dying.<\/p>\n She wasn\u2019t even seriously ill.<\/p>\n Yet somehow Caleb had built a plan around her future death.<\/p>\n Mark slowly lowered the note.<\/p>\n \u201cMarissa\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo. I don\u2019t think you do.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked at him.<\/p>\n He pointed to the date in the corner.<\/p>\n My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n The note was nearly four years old.<\/p>\n Four years.<\/p>\n Before Vanessa.<\/p>\n Before Rachel.<\/p>\n Before the apartment.<\/p>\n Before everything I thought had started this nightmare.<\/p>\n This wasn\u2019t a reaction.<\/p>\n This wasn\u2019t an affair that got out of control.<\/p>\n This was a strategy.<\/p>\n And suddenly I wondered whether Caleb had ever actually loved me at all.<\/p>\n Then my phone rang.<\/p>\n Grandma Eleanor.<\/p>\n For the first time in my life\u2026<\/p>\n I was afraid to answer.<\/p>\n PART 17: THE LAWYER\u2019S QUESTION<\/p>\n The next morning, I met with my attorney.<\/p>\n I brought everything.<\/p>\n The videos.<\/p>\n The storage-unit photographs.<\/p>\n The notebook.<\/p>\n The inheritance note.<\/p>\n The apartment records.<\/p>\n By the time she finished reviewing the evidence, she looked exhausted.<\/p>\n Then she asked a question I wasn\u2019t expecting.<\/p>\n \u201cHow much does Caleb know?\u201d<\/p>\n I frowned.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAbout your grandmother\u2019s estate.\u201d<\/p>\n I leaned back.<\/p>\n \u201cNot much.\u201d<\/p>\n The attorney didn\u2019t look convinced.<\/p>\n \u201cMarissa, are you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n I thought about it.<\/p>\n Then remembered something.<\/p>\n Three years earlier, after a family dinner, Caleb had spent nearly an hour talking privately with my grandmother.<\/p>\n At the time it seemed harmless.<\/p>\n Normal.<\/p>\n Now it felt different.<\/p>\n The attorney opened a yellow legal pad.<\/p>\n \u201cFind out exactly what he knows.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n She hesitated.<\/p>\n Then said quietly,<\/p>\n \u201cBecause people don\u2019t wait four years for money they know nothing about.\u201d<\/p>\n The room went silent.<\/p>\n My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n Because she was right.<\/p>\n The note wasn\u2019t hopeful.<\/p>\n It was specific.<\/p>\n And specific plans usually come from specific information.<\/p>\n Someone had told Caleb something.<\/p>\n The question was who.<\/p>\n PART 18: GRANDMA\u2019S SECRET<\/p>\n I drove to my grandmother\u2019s house that afternoon.<\/p>\n The old blue farmhouse looked exactly the same.<\/p>\n White porch.<\/p>\n Wind chimes.<\/p>\n Rose bushes.<\/p>\n Safe.<\/p>\n Normal.<\/p>\n I almost turned around.<\/p>\n Instead, I knocked.<\/p>\n Grandma answered holding a watering can.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re early.\u201d<\/p>\n I stared at her.<\/p>\n For a moment I couldn\u2019t speak.<\/p>\n Then she smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cHoney, what\u2019s wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n An hour later, we were sitting at her kitchen table.<\/p>\n I told her everything.<\/p>\n The affair.<\/p>\n The cameras.<\/p>\n The storage unit.<\/p>\n The note.<\/p>\n When I finished, she was silent.<\/p>\n Very silent.<\/p>\n Then she stood.<\/p>\n Walked to a cabinet.<\/p>\n And removed a small wooden box.<\/p>\n My pulse quickened.<\/p>\n She placed it on the table.<\/p>\n Inside were old documents.<\/p>\n Property records.<\/p>\n Letters.<\/p>\n Bank papers.<\/p>\n Then she handed me one envelope.<\/p>\n The date on the front was from five years ago.<\/p>\n Addressed to Caleb.<\/p>\n I stared at it.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat is this?\u201d<\/p>\n Grandma looked away.<\/p>\n \u201cI never thought he\u2019d keep it.\u201d<\/p>\n My heart began pounding.<\/p>\n \u201cKeep what?\u201d<\/p>\n She folded her hands.<\/p>\n \u201cFive years ago, Caleb came to see me.\u201d<\/p>\n The room suddenly felt smaller.<\/p>\n \u201cHe asked questions.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat kind of questions?\u201d<\/p>\n Her eyes met mine.<\/p>\n \u201cThe kind of questions a husband shouldn\u2019t ask unless he\u2019s planning for life after his wife.\u201d<\/p>\n A chill moved through my entire body.<\/p>\n Then she said the sentence that changed everything.<\/p>\n \u201cI think Caleb married you because of something he believed about our family.\u201d<\/p>\n And suddenly the affairs felt like a distraction.<\/p>\n Because the real story might have started before the wedding.<\/p>\n PART 19: BEFORE THE PROPOSAL<\/p>\n I couldn\u2019t breathe for a moment.<\/p>\n The kitchen felt smaller.<\/p>\n The ticking clock on Grandma\u2019s wall suddenly sounded too loud.<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t understand,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n Grandma stared at the wooden box.<\/p>\n Then at the envelope.<\/p>\n Then at me.<\/p>\n \u201cYou remember your grandfather\u2019s land?\u201d<\/p>\n I nodded slowly.<\/p>\n Everyone in the family remembered it.<\/p>\n Hundreds of acres outside the city.<\/p>\n Property my grandfather bought decades ago when nobody wanted it.<\/p>\n Back then it was farmland.<\/p>\n Now developers were building everywhere around it.<\/p>\n The value had exploded.<\/p>\n Grandma folded her hands.<\/p>\n \u201cFive years ago, Caleb asked about it.\u201d<\/p>\n A chill ran through me.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat exactly did he ask?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe wanted to know who would inherit it.\u201d<\/p>\n The room went silent.<\/p>\n My stomach twisted.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy would he ask that?\u201d<\/p>\n Grandma gave me a sad look.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s what I asked him.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n She looked away.<\/p>\n \u201cHe said he wanted to understand your future.\u201d<\/p>\n I laughed.<\/p>\n A short, bitter laugh.<\/p>\n Because suddenly I understood.<\/p>\n The timing.<\/p>\n The note.<\/p>\n The storage unit.<\/p>\n The planning.<\/p>\n The inheritance.<\/p>\n Then another memory surfaced.<\/p>\n Caleb proposed four months after that visit.<\/p>\n Four months.<\/p>\n Not four years.<\/p>\n Not after a decade together.<\/p>\n Four months.<\/p>\n I felt sick.<\/p>\n Because for the first time, I wondered if the proposal had happened after he got his answer.<\/p>\n PART 20: THE ENGAGEMENT VIDEO<\/p>\n That night I couldn\u2019t sleep.<\/p>\n So I did what I had been doing for weeks.<\/p>\n I searched.<\/p>\n Old emails.<\/p>\n Old photos.<\/p>\n Old memories.<\/p>\n Anything that might tell me who Caleb really was.<\/p>\n Around midnight I found our engagement video.<\/p>\n The one my sister recorded.<\/p>\n I almost closed it.<\/p>\n Then I remembered something.<\/p>\n The proposal happened at a family barbecue.<\/p>\n The same barbecue Grandma attended.<\/p>\n The same barbecue where Caleb spent nearly an hour talking to her.<\/p>\n My pulse quickened.<\/p>\n I pressed play.<\/p>\n Everyone was smiling.<\/p>\n Laughing.<\/p>\n Eating.<\/p>\n Normal.<\/p>\n Then I saw it.<\/p>\n Not the proposal.<\/p>\n The hour before it.<\/p>\n My sister had accidentally recorded several minutes while testing her camera.<\/p>\n The footage showed Caleb standing near the back porch.<\/p>\n Talking to Grandma.<\/p>\n I turned the volume higher.<\/p>\n The audio crackled.<\/p>\n Most of it was impossible to hear.<\/p>\n Then one sentence came through clearly.<\/p>\n Caleb\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you certain Marissa gets all of it?\u201d<\/p>\n I froze.<\/p>\n The camera shook.<\/p>\n Grandma answered something I couldn\u2019t hear.<\/p>\n Then Caleb smiled.<\/p>\n A slow smile.<\/p>\n Satisfied.<\/p>\n The kind of smile people wear when they receive confirmation.<\/p>\n Not hope.<\/p>\n Confirmation.<\/p>\n Three hours later, he proposed.<\/p>\n I stared at the screen.<\/p>\n My hands trembling.<\/p>\n Because suddenly I wasn\u2019t questioning his motives anymore.<\/p>\n I was questioning the entire foundation of my marriage.<\/p>\n PART 21: THE WOMAN WHO KNEW<\/p>\n The next morning, my attorney called.<\/p>\n Her voice sounded different.<\/p>\n Urgent.<\/p>\n \u201cMarissa, I need you to come in.\u201d<\/p>\n An hour later, I sat across from her desk.<\/p>\n A folder rested between us.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat is it?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n She slid a business card across the table.<\/p>\n I stared at the name.<\/p>\n Then my heart nearly stopped.<\/p>\n The name belonged to Caleb\u2019s former fianc\u00e9e.<\/p>\n Former fianc\u00e9e.<\/p>\n I looked up.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n My attorney nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cHe was engaged before you.\u201d<\/p>\n I felt dizzy.<\/p>\n \u201cNo, he wasn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n I opened my mouth.<\/p>\n Then closed it.<\/p>\n Because suddenly I realized something.<\/p>\n Everything I knew about Caleb came from Caleb.<\/p>\n The attorney opened the folder.<\/p>\n Inside was a photograph.<\/p>\n A younger Caleb standing beside a woman I had never seen before.<\/p>\n Engagement ring.<\/p>\n Wedding venue brochure.<\/p>\n Smiles.<\/p>\n Plans.<\/p>\n History.<\/p>\n An entire life he\u2019d never mentioned.<\/p>\n \u201cHer name is Andrea.\u201d<\/p>\n I stared at the picture.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n The attorney hesitated.<\/p>\n Then answered quietly.<\/p>\n \u201cAccording to court records, she left him six weeks before the wedding.\u201d<\/p>\n The room fell silent.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n My attorney slid one final document across the desk.<\/p>\n A handwritten statement.<\/p>\n Signed by Andrea herself.<\/p>\n I looked down.<\/p>\n Read the first line.<\/p>\n And immediately felt ice run through my veins.<\/p>\n Because Andrea had written:<\/p>\n \u2018I discovered Caleb was researching my family\u2019s assets before we were even engaged.\u2019<\/strong><\/p>\n For a long moment, neither of us spoke.<\/p>\n Then my attorney said the words I had been avoiding.<\/p>\n \u201cMarissa, I don\u2019t think you were his first target.\u201d<\/p>\n And suddenly I realized there might be more victims than we ever imagined\u2026..<\/p>\n PART 10: THE NOTEBOOK Vanessa\u2019s question followed me home. What if there are more of us? I wanted to dismiss it. 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