I slowly turned to look at her, and she had a grin on her face.

"Yes, I know who you are and I know who your husband is." She said, but her voice didn't sound the same anymore. It didn't sound like a frail old woman, but rather with boldness. She was definitely up to something bad.

"Then why aren't you letting me go?" I asked as a laugh left her lips.

"Oh darling, I can't let you go. Your husband killed my husband and daughter for a reason unknown. They took away ...