The room went silent.
Not the normal kind.
The kind that presses against your ears… until you hear your own heartbeat.
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“They know you’re here,” he repeated.
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My fingers tightened around the crutch.
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“Who is they?” I asked.
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He didn’t answer.
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That was my answer.
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My chest rose slowly.
Controlled.
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“Start talking,” I said.
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Instead, he moved.
Fast.
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Locked the front door.
Turned off the lights.
Closed the blinds completely.
