The porch light was on.
His mailbox stood where it always had.
The neighborhood was quiet.
Then he noticed the front door.
It was slightly open.
His stomach tightened.
Michael was certain he had locked it before leaving that morning.
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The porch light was on.
His mailbox stood where it always had.
The neighborhood was quiet.
Then he noticed the front door.
It was slightly open.
His stomach tightened.
Michael was certain he had locked it before leaving that morning.
“You’re my girlfriend, not my wife.” Jenna knocked softly on the door, and I let her in, my heart still heavy from Marcus's words.…