Chapter Nine: Mrs. CroweIris Moore’s POVThe bed was too soft. That was the first thing I noticed when I woke up.Not uncomfortable, just… wrong.My body didn’t sink into it the way it should have. It didn’t creak, didn’t protest, didn’t remind me I was lying on something real. It just held me there, like I didn’t weigh anything at all.I stared up at the ceiling for a moment, disoriented.Everything was too quiet. Back home, mornings weren’t like this. There were always sounds: cars outside, neighbours arguing, something breaking, something needing attention.But here?There was literally nothing.I pushed myself up slowly, my eyes scanning the room. It was… massive and clean in a way that didn’t look like someone lived in it. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my feet touching the polished floor.I exhaled, running a hand through my hair.“This isn’t real,” I muttered under my breath.It couldn’t be.Yesterday I was worrying about overdue bills and eviction notices. Now, I w
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