I can’t see what the object is, but it glints in the moonlight. Could that be... A knife? Oh my God, does she have a knife? Why would this woman have a knife? And what does she plan to do with it? And then she moves in the direction of our house. My heart is pounding painfully. What is she doing? Why is she coming here with a knife? Is she angry that I was watching her? I throw the binoculars onto the bed, like they’re made of fire. She couldn’t have seen that I had them. And even if she did, she wouldn’t kill me over it, would she? It’s not like I saw anything terrible. I just saw her sitting
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