Can’t believe it
Linda stumbled to the porch, hands trembling as she gripped the rock tightly. The patio lights, once warm, now seemed harsh, casting strange, unfamiliar shadows. She turned the stone over repeatedly, unable to grasp what she saw. A camera hidden in a rock—who would do such a thing? The warm night air couldn’t ease her chill. Her garden, her haven, was no longer the comforting sanctuary she loved dearly.
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