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Knock at the Door

Yesterday, everything changed.

A woman knocked at my front door. She looked to be in her early forties, well dressed, polite, with kind eyes and a small tremble in her hands.

“Are you Mrs. Carter?” she asked gently.

I nodded, stepping back to let her in without quite knowing why. Something about her presence felt important, the way certain continue reading …