Vincent showed up on a stormy night, late and pouring with rain.
I heard noise in the yard. From my second-floor window, I saw a dark figure stumbling around in the downpour.
"Noelle. I know you're home. Come out!" He was screaming like a madman.
I put on a jacket and went downstairs. Phoebe, Samuel, and Myrna were already awake.
Samuel told us to stay inside. He grabbed a flashlight and walked outside.
He asked, "Vincent, what do you want?"
The flashlight lit up a wreck of a face.
Vincent was drenched all over, looking grimy with unkempt hair and heavy stubble, holding a kitchen knife in his hand.
"I want Noelle." He waved the knife around like a maniac. "Bring her out. She did this to me. All of it. Her!"
"Put the knife down," Samuel said, his voice sharp and hard.
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