Worrying for safety
Jack sat at the kitchen table afterward, staring at the tracker in silence. It looked so small, so harmless, yet it held immense power over him. His home no longer felt like a refuge. He felt trapped, constantly on edge. His wife had no idea, and he didn’t want to burden her—not yet. But as he studied the blinking device, a terrible realization sank in. Whoever planted it wasn’t finished with them. Time was running out.
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