Ava didn’t plan to go back there.Not really.It happened the way most dangerous decisions do—quietly, without warning, with a feeling she couldn’t explain sitting heavy in her chest until she finally gave in.The old house stood at the edge of the city like it had been waiting for her all along.Same tall gates.Same long driveway.Same silence that didn’t feel natural.But everything inside her told her it wasn’t just a building.It was a memory pretending to be a place.Ava stepped out of the car slowly, fingers tightening around the strap of her bag. The driver stayed behind, unsure, watching her like she might change her mind at any second.Maybe she should have.But she didn’t.Because of the envelope.Because of the name inside it.Because nothing about her life made sense anymore, and this was the only direction left that didn’t feel like running in circles.The gate creaked when she pushed it open.That sound alone h
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