The lights went out.Not slowly.Not flickering.They died all at once.Darkness swallowed the house like it had been waiting for permission.“Elaine,” I whispered.No answer.My heart started pounding so loud I was sure everyone could hear it. Somewhere down the hall, something fell. Glass maybe. Or a frame. The sound echoed, sharp and final.“They’re inside,” I said again, though no one needed reminding.My husband moved first. Not panicked. Not rushed. That scared me more than fear would have. He walked with purpose, like this was a situation he had rehearsed in his head many times.“Stay behind me,” he said.“No,” I replied immediately.He turned sharply. “This is not a debate.”“It is,” I said. “Because they already know I won’t hide.”The first Mrs. Ford placed a hand on my shoulder. “Then don’t,” she said quietly. “But don’t rush either.”Another sound.Footsteps.Soft.Controlled.Whoever was inside knew the layout.That meant one thing.“They have help,” I whispered.“Yes,” s
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