At the mention of this, a shade of unease crossed Martha's features, her hand unconsciously fluttering up to smooth down her hair.
This small gesture did not go unnoticed by Rosemary, only serving to confirm her suspicions. Just as she had suspected, Martha was indeed wearing a wig.
The living room was dim, the only source of light being the faint glow filtering in from the garden lamps outside. It gave the room an eerie feel, setting one's nerves on edge.
Martha hadn't expected Rosemary to have been investigating her, let alone be privy to certain information.
How could this be? How did Rosemary find out about those well-guarded secrets from the past? Or was Rosemary just bluffing, fishing for a reaction without actually possessing any concrete evidence?
"The one outside, come in. I know it's you," Rosemary called out, her words causing the person lurking outside to hold their breath in a sudden wave of apprehension.
Martha glanced uneasily towards the door.
