Two men talking
The stranger stepped down from her porch, his frustration obvious in the sharpness of his movements. Megan pressed closer to the window, straining to catch their words. “I bought something from her,” the man snapped. “There’s something wrong with it. She knew!” Mr. Holloway didn’t flinch. Calm as ever, he folded his arms across his chest. “Maybe you should explain yourself before frightening people,” he said, his voice steady, giving nothing away in return.
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