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Author’s POV
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Dread pools in the pit of Laurel's stomach as she stands there, suspended in the shadowy hallway, her heart pounding in her chest. She heard the sound, and she's sure she did. But still, she desperately tries to convince herself otherwise, almost praying it's a figment of her imagination. For an instant, she almost wishes it away, yearning for a different explanation.
But just then, it happens again, unmistakable this time, accompanied by Tyson's grunts. A surge of adrenaline courses through her, causing her to abandon all restraint as she takes long strides toward the bedroom door.
Her trembling hand wrenches the door open with a swift motion, and a startled scream shatters the air. A woman, barely visible in the dimmed be
