The deadbolt clicked shut—alone. A laugh escaped me, but dread tightened its grip. My daughter’s small hand gripped mine, her whisper sharp: “We have to run.” Shadows moved where none should be. Every detail screamed danger, yet disbelief chained me. Then the footsteps creaked, the glint of a fake ID, and I knew: this nightmare was no accident, but a CU… Continues…
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