The police arrive
Finally, red and blue lights painted the driveway in fractured colors, each flash seeping through the curtains and washing the kitchen in fleeting glows. The sound of tires on gravel brought both Linda and Mark rushing toward the door. The arrival felt like oxygen flooding into suffocated lungs. Their relief was immediate but tangled with dread. Help had come, but what it might uncover was still shrouded in terrifying uncertainty.
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