Peter’s lips pressed into a thin line. Her explanation made sense, but it didn’t sit well with him. He nodded, more to end the conversation than out of agreement. “Alright, but please keep them in the garage,” he said, forcing his voice to remain calm. “I’ll be keeping an eye out.”
That night, Peter lay in bed, restless and unable to shake the events of the day. Just as he began to drift off, a metallic creak pierced the silence. His heart jolted. It sounded like a gate opening, a noise he hadn’t heard before. His pulse quickened.