A chilling sight

But the first sip never reached her lips. Suzan’s breath caught in her throat as her eyes flicked toward the window. There, standing silently just outside the glass, was the man from the van. His face was gaunt, his clothes just as ragged, and his eyes locked with hers. “He followed me here?” she whispered, clutching the warm mug with trembling hands.
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