A car arrives
An hour later, Megan stood by the front window, absently sipping coffee gone cold. The street looked normal, reassuringly familiar. Kids darted down the block, chasing each other with laughter. A delivery truck idled at the corner, workers unloading boxes. For a moment, she almost convinced herself nothing was wrong. Then a battered pickup truck rumbled into view and parked deliberately across from her house. Her stomach dropped violently, and a chill spread through her blood.
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