Calling out
A wave of nausea hit Linda as she scanned the garden again with care. Every rustle of leaves sounded louder, every creak of the fence closer. Her flashlight flicked across the bushes, and she thought she saw movement beyond the fence. Frozen, her breath caught, she called softly, “Is someone out there?” No reply came. The silence felt heavy, amplifying her fear in the dark, unfamiliar space of her backyard.
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