The light on the answering machine was blinking. Rachel pushed play and listened to the messages while she closed and locked the back door. As usual no one of any importance called her house. Why had she even kept the home line? It would be a few hours until Curtis got here so she went back to the punch pad and pushed in her new code to arm the alarm system. She’d have to remember to give him the code.
When was the last time she’d eaten? She rubbed her growling stomach. Everything in the fridge would be spoiled but there were some canned soups in the cupboard. Should’ve picked something up on the way.
“First, let’s get out of these clothes.” She grabbed a green apple from the fruit bowl as she walked past and took a bite out of it on her way through the living room. She clicked the table lamp on and continued to the dining room. She skidded to a stop. In the middle of her dining room table was a small wooden box, a single white rose, and a silver charm with three Greek letters.
He had been here again. Once she gathered her composure she stepped back from the table. Don’t touch anything and don’t disturb the evidence. Everything was going to be fine. It was only a few feet to the back door and the panic button.
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Tiffany is a writer, speaker and writing career coach. She is a frequent contributor to print and online publications in addition to her regular marketing blog at www.WritingCareerCoach.com
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