The doorbell rang at 7:00 pm. I looked through the peephole and saw Jacob standing outside, holding a bag of fruit. He looked like he always did—friendly and harmless.If I didn't know the truth, I would never have believed he'd killed three people."Jeremiah, open up," he called, sounding relaxed.I took a deep breath and opened the door. I said, "Hey, you're here.""I brought you some fruit." He walked in with a smile. "You look a lot better."We sat on the couch and made small talk, drifting from school to everyday life. On the surface, everything felt normal, but I could feel a strange tension hanging in the air. Every now and then, the way Jacob looked at me had a depth I couldn't quite describe.After a while, he suddenly asked, "Jeremiah, do you believe in fate?""What?""I mean, do you believe some people are meant to meet and meant to be together?"His words made my skin crawl. "Jacob, what are you getting at?"He stared at me, his eyes burning with intensity. "I'm s
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