The knocking started early enough that the sky was still gray, and for a moment I thought I had imagined it. When it came again — heavier, more insistent — I pushed myself out of bed and walked to the front door, still half asleep. The sight waiting for me on the porch made my stomach tighten instantly: a sheriff in full uniform, with two patrol cars parked along the curb behind him.
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