The little noises
Moving like a robot, Megan forced herself through the motions of her morning. Coffee. Shower. Clothes. But no matter how she tried to reset her mind, dread clung stubbornly to her, heavy and suffocating. Every creak of the floorboards, every sound from outside made her flinch nervously. She told herself she was just being paranoid, but the truth gnawed at her. Something was wrong. The sense of unease refused to let her feel safe again.
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