Whispers in the Guest Room
The house was quiet, save for the soft creak of the floorboards under Mia’s bare feet. The guest room door was ajar, a sliver of moonlight spilling across the hardwood. She shouldn’t be here, not at t...
The house was quiet, save for the soft creak of the floorboards under Mia’s bare feet. The guest room door was ajar, a sliver of moonlight spilling across the hardwood. She shouldn’t be here, not at t...
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