This year, Mrs. Young’s daughter was traveling with friends for the holidays, so she would be staying on with Miranda’s family through the season.Just then, Miranda’s phone rang. She picked it up and froze. It was Mike.She hesitated, unsure whether to answer. The call stopped ringing.A second later, the doorbell rang.Miranda startled. A strange wave of panic and guilt rushed through her.“It couldn't be him, could it?” she wondered.Hoping she was wrong, she tossed her phone onto the sofa and hurried to the door. When she checked the video screen, the face staring back at her was unmistakable.She took a slow breath and opened the door, forcing a look of surprise. “Mike? What are you doing here?”He stood outside in a dark overcoat, tall and composed, though there was a trace of travel-weariness about him.Under his steady gaze, Miranda felt her composure falter. She knew he had seen through her hesitation.“Can we talk?” Mike asked quietly, his voice rough.Since he was
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