Lying Underneath the Bed
Crouched beneath the bed, Rebecca listened closely as the front door opened. At first, all she heard were footsteps—then she realized there were two sets, not one. Her body tensed instantly. Someone had come in with Andrew.
The air grew thick with dread as she tried not to breathe too loudly. Every instinct told her to stay perfectly still. She hoped, prayed, that they wouldn’t enter the bedroom. But deep down, she knew they would.
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