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CHAPTER 47: This Wasn’t Home

Author: Lady Sheldon
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-03 11:48:05

By the time I reached Aunt Anya’s neighborhood, the sun was higher in the sky, casting a warm glow over the streets. Her house stood at the end of a quiet cul-de-sac, surrounded by a wild garden that looked more like a jungle than anything intentional.

I walked up the uneven stone path, dodging a few overgrown branches along the way.

As I knocked on the door, a muffled “Coming!” filtered through the thick wood. From behind the door, I could already hear the faint thump of music playing—something with a heavy bass that rattled the air slightly. Typical Aunt Anya. Never a dull moment in her house.

The door creaked open, and before I could even take a step inside, the strong scent of liquor and something else—probably stale smoke—hit me like a wall. I coughed lightly, trying not to look too obvious about it.

“My darling!” Anya exclaimed in that throaty voice of hers, stretching out her arms dramatically as if she hadn’t seen me in years. She enveloped me in a tight hug, pressin
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