Midnight Portraits
<p>This is a work of fiction. It contains scenes and descriptions that may be disturbing or frightening to some readers. The author does not intend to promote or condone any violence, cruelty, or harm depicted in the story. The story is meant for entertainment purposes only.</p>
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<p>Jerome puts his car in park and engages the parking brake. In the passenger seat, Heather tries to release her seatbelt, but it is stuck.</p>
<p>“Oh right. I keep forgetting,” she says. She puts two hands on the seatbelt in front of her and tugs. It releases with a click. “You should get that fixed.”</p>
<p>Jerome nods as he opens his door. “Stay there. Wait for me.” He walks around to her door, and she smiles as he opens it.</p>
<p>“Your mama raised you right,” she says and slides out of the car.</p>
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