An intervention into the novel "Rebecca" by Daphne du Maurier.

As she stood there, I began to speak, just letting it all slip out. Not a single detail did I miss. The day had dawned, clear as always and I crept out of her cottage. I was not meant to though, she, she was the one who threatened the asylum. That day she did not come, the last time she had come was two days ago. I did not dare to take anything from the …

…nowhere to be seen and he couldn't find me, no matter how hard he tried. I wasn't going to help him, yes, she was gone, but it wasn't I, it was him, that night, when there was no moon. She still lives though, she will always live. I keep quiet now, nobody want's to know why the sea took her away, they don't know it was him up at the house. They'll just never know.