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“I saw it too,” I whispered, more to my dog than to myself. Because the thing about Mozzie—he didn’t growl at shadows. He growled at shifts. The subtle ones. The ones the rest of us only noticed after. I left the screen cracked, just a sliver. Enough for air to pass through. Enough for sound to find us, if it wanted to. Then I lay back down beside Mozart, one hand resting lightly on his back. His breathing slowed beneath my fingers, but it didn’t go soft for a long while. And as I stared up at the wood beams of the ceiling, counting the knots in the grain to quiet my mind, one thought rose louder than the rest: White gloves. Dark coat. No footsteps. Whoever they were… They didn't need to sneak. They already knew the way. I couldn’t sleep. Read FREE on KU. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F6VJ5GGZ