Chapter 50:
The Stranger at the Door
POV: Mary
The knock was soft, almost hesitant. At first, I thought it was just the wind, brushing against the heavy doors like an afterthought. But then it came again, firm, slow, and deliberate.
Like it had been preplanned.
I opened it.
And there he was.
A man I didn’t know… but somehow, I did,I had this sense of errier recongnition like I had seen him before.
But I couldn't place my hands, on where I had seen him.
He stood tall, cloaked in black, with sharp wire-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. His jaw bore a faint scar that drew my attention immediately, and his hair was darker than night, combed back with precision. But it was his eyes that held me, gray, stormy, and disturbingly familiar.
His appearance felt fake, no it looked fake
