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Chapter 29: The Night That Should Have Been Boring

Penulis: Emel Emerald
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-04-22 17:39:37

The house slept.

That deep, heavy sleep money buys. No bedlam. No alarms. But only endless corridors with silent sconces and floors that shone without a creak.

Leya was rigid in the center of her bedroom.

She spent there once a minute or two—or so—rigid, inaccessible, just staring at the spread on her bed.

Same hoodie. Same jeans. The same black sneakers that never creaked on marble.

Her ritual.

Her uniform for the other existence.

The one she had.

---

Getting Ready

Slid out of her silk nightgown and into jeans with the knees worn soft at the frayed hems. Pulled the hoodie over her battered shoulders. Tied back her hair in a tight braid. Stuffed the crumpled money into her sock—never her purse. The purse got grabbed.

She'd learned that.

And she looked in the mirror.

No makeup. No perfume. No hint of the woman Harrison used to know.

A face carved out of determination.

Eyes that wouldn't blink.

She stuffed the pocket knife into her sleeve and closed the drawer. Just in c
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