Holding her breath
Linda stood still halfway to the bushes, waiting for another car’s headlights. When one passed, the glint shone brighter, guiding her to the magnolia’s left base. Her palms grew clammy as she reached out, her mind racing with possibilities. Her slippers sank into the damp soil, the cool ground steadying her slightly. She held her breath, unsure what she’d find, but driven by a need to know the truth.
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