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Salma rushed into the bedroom and slammed the door behind her. Soaked in sweat, her chest felt heavy; she closed her eyes.
She couldn't remember the last time she had seen him. It had barely been hours since Monsieur Duval was let out on parole, but there he was. Standing in front of the porch with unfinished business.
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Was it really him? She tiptoed to the peephole, and there he was - his eyes fixed exactly where hers were. Like he knew her next move. Like he always did. She collapsed onto the ground, hugging her knees, trying to control her breathing. The footsteps approached; she counted - 1,2,3,4......then she couldn't hear any.