The Doorbell That Shattered Everything
They had just finished dinner when the doorbell rang—once, sharply, like whoever was outside didn’t intend to wait.
Margot frowned. “We aren’t expecting anyone… right?”
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Evan shook his head, confused. It was nearly 9 p.m.
He walked to the door, hesitated, and peered through the peephole.
He froze.
Completely, utterly froze.
His breath hitched, and his face drained of all color.
“Evan?” Margot asked. “Who is it?”
He didn’t answer.
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So she pushed past him and opened the door herself.