I moved to a small town to escape my past, but the neighbors were overly welcoming. Then, I found a note: “I know who you are and what you’re running from. Be careful with new friends.” The walls of my new life felt thin.
As I unpacked, a man named Michael brought me coffee and chatted about the town’s tight-knit community. He seemed too friendly, but I was polite. Soon after, Suzanne arrived with pies, hinting that Michael was single. Her constant chatter about the town made me uneasy, but I kept nodding along.
The next day, a welcome party was thrown for me. Michael insisted, and despite my reluctance, I went. There, I saw someone I recognized—Tim, my ex-boyfriend. Panic surged, and I tried to avoid him, but Michael found me. His words felt like a warning, and I wondered if he knew about the note.
That night, Suzanne invited me to stay at her house for safety. Over tea, I confessed that Tim had become angry when I told him I was pregnant, forcing me to flee. Suzanne then revealed she had invited him to the party, thinking it would help her with Michael, whom she liked.
As we sneaked through the house to leave, the doorbell rang. Tim was there. Michael confronted him, but Tim remained calm, explaining he regretted his actions and had been preparing for me and the baby. I realized I had misunderstood the situation and apologized.
Tim, hoping to make things right, proposed. I said yes, and the tension in the room melted. Michael and Suzanne laughed at how far things had gone, and we all shared a peaceful evening together.
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