Not a Plate, Not an Accident: The Glass That Broke
I had thought the worst was behind us. I was wrong. That night, a knock came at the door—quiet, deliberate, almost polite. No one ever knocked anymore. I froze, listening as the faintest shadow slipped across the frosted glass. The kind of shadow that doesn’t belong, the kind that waits, calculating, patient. My heart told …
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