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\u201cWhat did you write?\u201d His tone held wonder, as if the answer might be more than words.<\/p>\n
I opened my mouth\u2014but before I could reply, a tall man stepped into our path. Broad-shouldered, stiff, dressed in a crisp black suit that didn\u2019t belong in this park. His posture was rigid, his jaw clenched, his face unreadable.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou and the children need to come with me,\u201d he said, his tone flat, rehearsed, like a script.<\/p>\n
Instinctively, I pulled the kids close. Adam straightened, sensing tension. Alice hid behind my coat, peeking out nervously.<\/p>\n
The blind man\u2019s head snapped sharply. \u201cLeave her alone,\u201d he barked with authority. \u201cI\u2019ll call the police!\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice startled me with its strength, like he could see more than anyone thought.<\/p>\n
But the suited man didn\u2019t flinch. \u201cWhy should I go with you?\u201d I demanded.<\/p>\n
He calmly adjusted his cufflinks. \u201cMy client wishes to speak with you. Nothing criminal. Just a conversation.\u201d<\/p>\n