He took another step.
The silence ceased to be silence. It was something else. Denser. Heavier.
“Who’s there…?”
No one answered.
So, one detail. Small. Insignificant. But enough.
Clara felt her hands tremble. She took another step, almost without realizing it. Suddenly, she found it hard to breathe.
And at that moment, she understood what she was about to discover…
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It wasn’t going to be something small.
Clara moved to the edge of the bed. She didn’t scream. Not yet. There was something in her chest that wouldn’t let her, as if the air refused to escape.
He extended his hand.
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