Chapter 48-Rhett
The knock didn’t sit right. Not the sound. The timing. I crossed the room without rushing, every step controlled, my attention already shifting to everything outside the door. Quiet. Too quiet. No movement. No headlights. Nothing. Didn’t trust it. “Stay here.” I didn’t look back. Didn’t need to. I knew she hadn’t moved. I reached the door and paused, listening. Nothing on the other side. No footsteps. No voices. Just the kind of quiet that felt like it was waiting. I opened the door. Fast. Ready. Nothing. Just the porch. The yard. The dark stretch of trees beyond it. Still. Empty. I stepped out just enough to look around, my eyes scanning the ground, the railing, the shadows. Then I saw it—a small shape dart across the edge of the porch, disappearing into the bushes. Raccoon. Figur
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