The Silence Before It Hit
The next ten minutes passed by without incident. Melissa watched as a few customers came and went, browsing the shelves or chatting briefly with Mr. Harris. The shop carried an air of calm professionalism, with no signs of tension or urgency. Nothing in the setting suggested that anything was wrong, and Melissa had started to relax again, lulled by the quiet buzz of the small store.
But this silence was misleading—a mask hiding the chaos that was creeping steadily toward her. Unseen forces had been set in motion behind the scenes. Mr. Harris moved about the shop with practiced calm, but his eyes occasionally darted to the window, checking for something—or someone. Melissa remained lost in her thoughts, completely unaware that her entire day, and maybe even her understanding of the past, was about to unravel.
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