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A Knock That Changed Everything
The knock on Bethany’s door wasn’t just loud—it was deliberate. Sharp. Final.
The kind of knock that didn’t ask to be answered.
Bethany froze mid-step, her phone still glowing in her hand. Her chest tightened before she even moved. She already knew who it was.
Somehow, she always knew.
An Unwelcome Visitor
When Bethany opened the door, Sharra stood there—perfectly still, eyes burning, jaw clenched tight. The air between them crackled with restrained fury.
“We need to talk,” Sharra said flatly.
Bethany forced a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “This isn’t a good time.”
Sharra stepped forward without waiting. “Oh, it’s the perfect time.”
She entered the house, closing the door behind her with a slow, deliberate click. The sound echoed through Bethany’s chest.
Accusations in the Silence
For a moment, neither woman spoke.
Then Sharra turned, her gaze sharp enough to cut.
“Do you have any idea how dangerous the game you’re playing is?”
Bethany folded her arms, trying to steady herself. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Sharra laughed—low and humorless.
“Lying now? After everything?”
She stepped closer. “You’ve been watching me. Asking questions. Listening where you don’t belong.”
Bethany’s breath caught. “I was protecting my family.”
“No,” Sharra snapped. “You were spying.”
The word hung in the air—ugly and undeniable.
A Warning, Not a Threat
Bethany’s voice rose defensively. “If you have nothing to hide, why does it bother you so much?”
Sharra’s eyes darkened.
“Because you crossed a line,” she said slowly. “And lines like that don’t get crossed twice.”
Bethany swallowed hard. “You don’t get to threaten me in my own house.”
Sharra smiled—but there was no warmth in it.
“Oh, this isn’t a threat.”
She leaned in close, her perfume sweet and suffocating.
“This is a warning.”
“A warning for what?” Bethany asked.
Sharra straightened.
“If you ever spy on me again,” she said calmly, “I won’t spare you.”
Fragile Things Break
Silence slammed down between them.
Bethany tried to stand her ground. “Is that supposed to scare me?”
Sharra tilted her head. “It should.”
Her eyes swept the room—the family photos, the carefully chosen furniture.
“You’ve built a fragile little world,” Sharra said softly. “And fragile things break easily.”
Bethany’s anger flared. “You don’t get to come in here and intimidate me.”
“I didn’t come to intimidate you,” Sharra replied. “I came to make sure you understand consequences.”
Sharra moved to the door, then paused.
“Stay in your lane, Bethany.”
Bethany’s chest tightened. “And if I don’t?”
Sharra smiled—slow and dangerous.
“Then the next conversation won’t be this polite.”
She opened the door, then added without turning back,
“This is your last warning.”
The door shut.
Bethany sank onto the couch, staring at it as if it might open again.
Because deep down, she knew the truth—
This wasn’t the end.
It was only the beginning.
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