Worrying for safety
He brought the tracker inside and gently sat it on the kitchen table. For a long while, he stood there, just staring at it. It was such a small, ordinary-looking device—so plain and unremarkable. Yet, despite its modest appearance, it held an unsettling power over him right now. Jack didn’t like it. He feared for his safety in his own home, let alone his wife’s.
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