After a grueling twelve-hour shift at the hospital, Olivia Carter dragged herself up the familiar walkway to her childhood home, her body aching and her mind foggy with exhaustion.
All she wanted was something simple—a long, hot shower, a quiet room, and a few uninterrupted hours of sleep. The porch light glowed softly above her, casting a warm halo against the night, but what sat beneath it made her stop cold.
Her suitcases.
Neatly lined up.
Every single one of them.
For a moment, Olivia thought she was imagining things, her tired mind playing tricks on her. But no—the bags were real. Packed. Zipped. Waiting.
Her heart gave a slow, heavy thud.
Before she could even take a step forward, the front door opened.
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