Nighttime habit
Linda’s husband, Mark, often teased her for disappearing outside for hours, but she always laughed it off, cherishing her time alone. The garden felt safer, calmer than anywhere else, she’d say. While Mark watched television indoors, Linda listened to crickets chirp, doing nothing but relaxing. It was her perfect nightly escape, a ritual she held dear. But this routine, so comforting and familiar, was about to change forever, shattering her tranquility.
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