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The key turned in the lock, but the door was already open.
Sarah's hand froze on the knob. She'd locked it this morning—three times, like always. The habit born from living alone in the city for six years wasn't something she forgot.
She pushed the door wider with her foot, phone already in her hand, 911 typed but not sent. The apartment looked exactly as she'd left it. Laptop closed on the coffee table. Yesterday's mug still in the sink. The throw blanket she'd meant to fold still draped over the armchair.