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20 Sept 2026
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.Anna held her breath.

“Open the door,” Michael whispered.
Her phone vibrated again.

DAVID: “Whatever you do, don't open it.”
She stepped backward.
Then Michael said, “I know you're reading his messages.”

Anna's blood ran cold.
“How?”

Silence.
Then he whispered:
“Because I'm the one sending them.”

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