The peace did not last.It broke on a Tuesday afternoon. The rain had finally stopped, leaving the coastal air heavy, damp, and cold. I was sitting on the wooden porch bench, trying to relax. I was knitting a small white blanket for the baby. The click of the wooden needles was the only sound in the yard. It was supposed to be a quiet day.Then, a noise came from the woods.A sleek, silver sports car turned down our long dirt driveway. It looked entirely out of place. The car was low to the ground, shiny, and shaped like a bullet. It purred like a wild cat as it drove over the deep mud tracks. It came to a stop right next to Thomas’s rusty red pickup truck.The engine died. The silence returned, but it felt different now. The air felt tense.The driver's side door swung upward into the air.A woman stepped out onto the wet gravel. She wore a long, cream-colored cashmere coat that looked immaculate. Her dark hair was cut into
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