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Chapter Ten: Too Close

Author: Opey Lux
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-13 05:58:41

My phone rang at eight forty-seven.

I was in the middle of a call with my legal team when the school's number came up on the second line. I ended the first call without explanation and answered the second before the second ring finished.

"Mrs. Rhodes." The school's front office coordinator — I knew her voice. "I'm sorry to disturb you. One of our parents flagged something this morning and we wanted to make you aware immediately."

I was already standing.

"A man was seen parked across the street
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