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THE PENTHOUSE NEIGHBOR (6)

Author: Victor ellis
last update publish date: 2026-06-27 05:56:47

The next morning I woke up early, before the sun had fully risen over the city. Damien was still asleep beside me, his arm draped protectively over my waist. I watched him for a moment, grateful for his steady breathing. But the fear from last night’s phone call wouldn’t leave me alone. I needed answers. I needed to face the man who had attacked me.

I slipped out of bed quietly, wrote a short note for Damien, and took a cab straight to the police station. The morning air felt cold against my
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