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The Good Neighbour

For a few instants, I honestly believed my heart would explode. My phone fell from my limp hand and onto her mattress as I turned, grappling with the reality that I was trapped inside the apartment. (Reads: 823)


It belongs to Adam. I remember the design clearly. He used to swing it with his fingers when he got bored in class. Adam Strauss. He was mad, Lucy, but I loved him. (Reads: 430)