http://slow.writerscafe.org/kaylahardy120 The original writings of author kaylahardy120 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776208719 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Miranda turns off the faucet at the kitchen sink as soon as she hears the garage door open and Beeker starts to bark. Ava glances over at Beeker and at Miranda quickly and Miranda flashes her a smile. “I think Tony’s home,” she says softly, walking to the garage door and sliding .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylahardy120/2000607/ Ava curls the ends of her long, dark hair and lays it gently over her cream-colored turtleneck. Her face is stone cold and her jaw is tight. She twirls her fingers around her hair gently before sighing and turning the curling iron off. She bites her lips and stands up, throwing her purse over her sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaylahardy120/1999917/ After an awkward encounter with the hotel receptionist, Ava hauls her suitcase up to her room, 218. 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