I knew it before I knew I knew it.” She swallowed hard.
“In the bunker, it felt like the only thing keeping me sane.
And now it’s the thing I’m most afraid of.” Dr. Miller took her hand.
“You’re safe here, Camila. He can’t reach you.”
Camila looked up with tired, haunted eyes. “He was always so kind to me.
That’s the worst part.”
By that evening, the sheriff’s office was running a quiet background check.
What they found made Wilson’s stomach turn.
Trevor worked for a surveying company and had a perfect memory for terrain.
His colleagues said he was obsessed with old Cold War military maps,
the kind that marked forgotten mines and private bunkers.
Two months before the honeymoon,
he had made several trips to Boxley Valley for “private research.”
No order for that work existed anywhere in his company’s files.
