"Knock, knock! Knock, knock!"
"Who's there?", Laura whispers as she tiptoes across the room, making sure the children are sound asleep. There is no response.
"Who's there?", she asks again. But none can be heard besides the pouring rain and the loud thunders.
Slowly and carefully, Laura pushes the heavy door, feeling a slight sense of uncertainty and nervousness. Who can it be at this hour?
She opens the door, but no one is there. She looks around, only to see a boy outside the gates, standing in the raging storm, shivering and cold.
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