One Sunday afternoon, after watching yet another hour tick by in silence, my thoughts got the better of me.
I tried to brush it off. I cleaned the kitchen. Folded laundry. But the unease only grew stronger. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.
Without thinking, I hurried down the hall, my pulse pounding in my ears. My hand hovered over the doorknob for a second — and then I turned it.
The door swung open, and I froze.
The Unexpected Scene
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