At the front door
The man didn’t move at first; he stared back at her with haunted eyes. Then he stepped away from the window and walked around the side of the cabin. Suzan’s grip on the doorknob tightened as she heard his footsteps approach. Moments later, his weathered figure appeared in the doorway, looking at Suzan with a questioning look that seemed open to suggestion.
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