Call the police?
Pacing the kitchen, Linda’s thoughts spun wildly with possible options and outcomes. Should she call the police? Alert neighbors? Her mind raced with possibilities. Mark stepped in, saying the police wouldn’t bother with something so minor. “Just put it away, forget it. It’s probably nothing,” he urged soothingly. But his words felt hollow, failing to calm her fears. The rock loomed large, its presence impossible to ignore in their tense home.
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