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Stranger at the Door

But it wasn’t them. Instead, a delivery person stood there, a plain brown envelope balanced in one hand, eyes scanning the room curiously. “For Derek, I assume?” he asked, his tone calm yet oddly heavy in the charged air. Maddy’s throat tightened, but she nodded anyway, her fingers trembling as she reached out. Even as she accepted the envelope, the tension inside the room seemed to grow thicker, pressing on them all.
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