AFFAIRS IN A GLASS HOUSE
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"I'll be back at noon for lunch. Prepare us something this time,"
he said. I sighed as the door shut behind him.
I sank on my bed, staring at the ceiling.
The texts were becoming something else, Levi was acting weird, and the house was feeling weirder.
But, hey, at least I'm getting $1,000 a month.
Another text came in, not from the anonymous texter, not from Levi or Nightshade but a totally different number.
“Atticus is alive.”