Split focus
By mid-morning, the street was empty again. The sedan sat untouched, the dogs resuming their endless circling. Their sharper barks carried through the quiet, renewed in intensity.
Abby folded laundry at her bedroom window, her eyes constantly drawn outside. Their pacing had a rhythm, hypnotic and unsettling. She realized with a jolt she had been staring far too long, unable to look away.
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