Yesterday evening, Holly and I had the house to ourselves. Sarah was at work, and the other two were spending the night at respective friend's houses.
Holly and I sat at the island in the kitchen. We had opened a bottle of Shiraz and were sitting down just talking and enjoying each other's company. There were three soft knocks at the door. I heard them. Holly did not. But all the dogs did. They raced towards to the door, barking, and jostling for the best position.
The knocks were very faint, almost as if the knocker did not want to perform the action, and for some reason, I knew already there no one was going to be at the door.
Holly got up from the island, and walked to the door. There was no one there.
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