Hannah squinted against the bright sunlight as she read the hastily scrawled words: “Fall Creek Police Department.” Blood rushed in her ears. A wave of vertigo washed through her. Her legs went weak and watery. She leaned against the glass door of the salon, steadying her nerves. She’d read it wrong. She’d read what she wanted to see, not what was really there. The first truck passed. She focused her gaze on the second truck. The white one. The spray-painted letters large, black, and crystal clear. She stood frozen with indecision. Hope bloomed in her chest, warring with caution. Hope won.
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