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“Is something wrong?” Blake asked.

He parked in Abby’s semicircle driveway, leaving his headlights to shine over the front porch.

“I don’t think so.” She forced a smile and searched in her bag for the house key. But a feeling of dread passed through her. Something was wrong.

Likely it was nothing more than nerves—hardly surprising after the day she’d had. “I guess the sensors on my porch lights are broken. Those lights usually come on when it gets dark.”

“Let me come up to the door with you, just to be safe. You weren’t too steady on your feet earlier, and shouldn’t be stumbling around in the dark.” He turned off the engine, but left his headlights on to shine over the front porch.

Blake stood back as she went in and reached for the lights. Nothing happened as she flicked the light switch.

“Looks like the power is out.”

Blake’s hand came down on her shoulder, giving her a chill.

“Shhh,” he whispered. “There’s someone else in the house.”