Help arrives, right?
Kathy’s heart leapt with relief when she saw Dr. Harris’s familiar car pull up outside. She stepped onto the porch, ready to wave, but stopped short. He climbed out slowly, his shoulders tense, scanning the yard as if expecting trouble. “Everything okay?” Kathy asked, but he didn’t answer right away. Something about his face made her stomach twist. Why did he look so uneasy?
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