Two Strangers Knocked During a Christmas Outage. The Moment They Gave Their Names, I Knew Something Was Wrong.

tears that caught the lantern light.

George continued, his voice dropping lower. “We drove up this road on purpose. We… we came looking for you specifically.”

I didn’t speak. My pulse thudded once, hard, against my ribs. I waited.

“I hired someone,” he said, the words coming slowly like they hurt. “Months ago. A private investigator. To find you.”

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