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Chapter 27: The Name She Buried

ผู้เขียน: Chichi Ogbonna
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Ava hadn’t meant to return to Greyline Apartments.

The building sat quietly in a forgotten corner of the city, surrounded by untrimmed hedges and leaning fences. Time didn’t move here it stalled, like it was waiting for someone to come back and finish the story. The windows were still smudged with the city’s breath, the same way they’d always been. The buzzing neon sign above the door still flickered, blinking like it couldn’t decide whether to live or die.

Unit 3B.

Her old apartment.

The last place she’d been her, without contracts or titles or complicated love. The hallway smelled of old paint and something burnt maybe toast, maybe someone’s forgotten dreams. The dent in the door from the night she left Joe was still there, a shallow echo of a deeper wound.

She wasn’t sure why she came. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe she just wanted to prove to herself that she had moved on.

But the moment she stepped onto the worn welcome mat, her breath caught.

There tucked just
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