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CHAPTER 213: DOUBLE

Author: Lizzy Fash
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-04-29 02:45:30

ALEXIS

"Yes, yes I hear you Alexander I'd be careful now get off my phone."

Home should feel safe.

That’s what people say.

That’s what they believe.

Warm lights.

Closed doors.

Familiar walls.

Safety.

I’ve never been one of those people.

Because safety is an illusion.

A fragile, pretty lie people tell themselves so they can sleep at night.

And me?

I don’t sleep on lies.

I live in truth.

Which is why the second I step into the house it feels wrong.

I close the door behind me slowly.

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