Chapter 21 - A Chilling Knock Echoes On The Cottage Door
Midnight descended over the quiet Maine cove, bringing a thick sea fog that rolled silently over the dark waters.
Evelyn and Thomas were fast asleep when a faint, rhythmically precise knocking echoed against the wooden cottage door.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Pause.
Tap-tap-tap.
Evelyn’s eyes snapped open in the darkness, her blood turning cold as she recognized the exact Morse code signal Thomas used in 1956.
She turned her head to look beside her, finding Thomas fast asleep in the bed, his chest rising and falling peacefully.
If Thomas was lying beside her in the quiet room... then who was standing on the misty porch, tapping on the door?
She slipped out of bed, her heart pounding as she slowly walked toward the glowing front window overlooking the fog.
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Standing on the porch steps was a little boy dressed in an antique sailor suit, holding an exact replica of the silver ring.
As Evelyn pulled back the curtain, the boy looked up, smiled innocently, and whispered a name through the glass that wasn't Thomas.
