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Stranger Danger

Author: Nessa
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-05-19 01:16:58

Rachel POV

The sound of sirens cut through the cemetery's silence.

Red and blue lights flickered through the trees as two police cars pulled up, followed by an ambulance.

I stood beside Dad, my whole body still trembling with adrenaline. My wrist ached where the tall one had grabbed me.

But that wasn't what had my mind spinning.

It was Marcus.

He stood a few feet away, hands covered in blood, staring at the ruined cake on Mom's grave. His chest rose and fell slowly, deliberately, like he was fo
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