“Are you sure you want to go to the minimarket alone? I can keep you company if you’d like,” Antony offered. He’s my neighbor—his house is about two kilometers from mine. You could say he’s the closest thing I have to a friend out here.Even so, I’m still not used to someone worrying about me. Not after Jason was the only one who ever did.“It’s okay. I can manage. Besides, you’re busy,” I said, gently turning him down.“My shop isn’t far from the minimarket. I could go with you,” he insisted, but I shook my head.He closed the door of his pickup truck, finally giving up. With a small smile, he waved at me through the window. “Come see me later, okay?” Then he drove off, leaving the yard of my house—the one that had slowly started to look decent since I moved in.I went back inside and straightened up the dining table. The TV was on in the background, airing the news. As I wiped the table with a cloth, my eyes drifted to the screen, where a photo of a man appeared with bold text benea
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