Just steady — like someone wasn’t even sure they should be knocking at all.
He opened the door.
And froze.
A little girl stood on his porch.
Maybe four years old.
Thin jacket. Worn sneakers. A pink backpack too big for her body.
Tears streaked her cheeks. Her lip trembled as she clutched the bag like it was the only thing holding her together.
Daniel stepped outside and scanned the street.
No car.
No shadow disappearing.
No footsteps in the snow.
Just wind. Ice. Empty darkness.
She looked up at him and whispered:
“I was told to knock here.”
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