Noah was at school. The house was quiet enough to hear the refrigerator motor click on and off.
Daniel opened it with a butter knife.
Inside was a single sheet of paper, torn from a cheap notebook.
Three words:
YOU SAW NOTHING.
Under it, another line, smaller.
KEEP IT THAT WAY.
Daniel stared until the paper blurred.
His first instinct was the same one most people have when the world threatens to tilt: Maybe
this is nothing. Maybe it’s some idiot prank.
Then he saw the last detail.
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