Desperate Decision
Jack stuffed the folder into a backpack, his hands trembling. The house was no longer safe. Every creak of the floor made him feel exposed. Should he wake Alice? Call the police? He couldn’t decide who to trust. Instead, he slipped quietly out the back door, moving quickly into the night. A rundown motel on the edge of town came to mind. He needed time to think, somewhere hidden, if only for one night.
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