Pounding on the door
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The door rattled as he pounded on it, calling her name. Megan squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to disappear. She had never felt this kind of fear before—raw, immediate, like prey trapped in sight of a predator.
Every ring of the bell, every slam of his palm against the door, tightened the knot in her chest.
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