Everything changed
Linda’s stomach twisted painfully, the words echoing in her mind. She could hardly bear to watch more. What once seemed like harmless daily patterns—watering flowers, stepping out the door—had been studied with intent, and that was scary. The garden she loved so deeply had been transformed into a hunting ground. Mark clenched his fists, rage simmering. Their home was no longer just targeted—it was being mapped out by criminals one step ahead.
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