The same man
Megan’s breath caught in her throat. She dropped behind the curtain, heart pounding painfully in her chest. It was him—the same man from the flea market, unmistakable even from a distance. Before she could even think through her options, the sound of her doorbell erupted, sharp and insistent. It rang again and again, echoing through the house. Megan pressed flat against the wall, her body taut with fear, every muscle screaming to remain completely still.
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