PAIN BEHIND THE BEAUTIFUL FACE
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Amahle's pov
As my father continued to speak on the phone, I crept closer to the window, trying to see if I could catch a glimpse of whoever was making the scratching sound.
But as I approached the window, the scratching stopped. The sudden silence was eerie, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
I turned to my father, who was still speaking on the phone. "Dad, I think they've stopped," I whispered.
My father nodded, his eyes locked on mine. "Stay away from the window, Amahle," he mouthed.
I nodded, feeling a surge of fear. Who was out there, and what did they want?
As I waited for the police to arrive, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. And I knew that I wasn't safe, not until Xolani was caught and brought to justice.