I Thought I Was Just Donating Clothes — Then a Year Later, a Package Arrived That Broke Me Open
A Knock, an Empty Porch, and the Beginning of Something Unseen It began with three firm knocks—sharp enough to echo through the hallway and pull Sarah out of the rhythm of folding laundry. It was an ordinary Tuesday, the kind where nothing remarkable ever seemed to happen. Yet the sound sent a ripple of unease …