Unwanted Visitors
That night, Jack noticed a car idling outside his house, headlights glowing faintly through the curtains. Before he could react, it slipped away into the darkness. His pulse quickened. Was it a coincidence—or had someone been watching? Every creak of the floorboards made him flinch, every rustle of wind sounded like footsteps. He realized the tracker had dragged him into something much bigger than he’d imagined. And now, there was no going back.
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