Juste a smidge
Megan slowly eased the front door open, just a sliver, careful to keep her body mostly hidden. Her pulse hammered, but curiosity was stronger than fear now. The man’s head turned at the sound, and his expression flickered—anger softened by something that almost looked like desperation. “Please,” he said, voice roughened and raw. “You have to help me understand what I found.” The plea in his words caught her off guard more than his anger.
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