Crossroads

Chapter 268

It was said that living on higher floors could lead to feelings of loneliness and anxiety.

Stephanie lived on the fourth floor, which was not particularly high, but as she stood on her small balcony watching the sunrise, she didn’t feel the energy. Instead, she was exhausted, as if she had been burning the midnight oil and couldn’t shake of the fatigue

Her head felt light. Perhaps she had slept too much. Yesterday, when Mary and Hayley pressured her to sign the divorce papers, she seemed indifferent, but deep down, it bothered her a lot. Maybe living in high–rise buildings really made people feel lonely and anxious

She picked up a bottle of antidepressants, ready to twist open the cap, but paused

Who must s

put this here?” she frowned.

Someone had stick a small white label on the bottle, with the words “Take after meals” printed on it.

She remembered the last time she took this medication was at Molly’s apartment, and there was no such label.

Stephanie didn’t dwell on it. The note served as a gentle reminder. She placed the bottle on the table, went into the bedroom to grab a long coal, touched up her makeup, and headed downstairs for breakfast.

As she locked her door, she noticed a white drone abandoned to the left of her doorstep. It was about the size of a small stool, already unboxed with the remote control lying beside it

Many residents in this complex were families with children, so it was likely a child’s toy left behind,

These drone toys seem pretty expensive,” she murmured, glancing at it briefly before entering the elevator and heading down to the first floor

Across the street from the neighborhood was a brunch restaurant with decent food and reasonable prices. Residents often came here early in the morning for breakfast.

Stephanie also enjoyed these delicate pastries. Living with the Wellingtons had taught her the habit of rising early. It was now 6 AM, and the restaurant was mostly filled with elderly folks leisurely chatting over breakfast.

She sat alone at a corner table, ordering some mullins and croissants. She thought that if she could set aside her worries, this kind of relaxed, almost retired life could be quite enjoyable.

“I heard that Room 402 in Block F has been renovated and rented out again.”

A group

to Stephanie. Normally, she wouldn’t pay attention to others‘ conversations, but it sounded like they were talking about her

days ago. She’s beautiful, but she looks pretty unwell, really thin, like she’s been seriously ill, one of

be so dramatic. You said she was sick before she moved in,

There must

empty fo

half

yesterday, and the very next day, 502 upstairs, which had been emp year, was leased

down Stephanie’s spine, and her fork, holding a mufin, clattered onto the table.

asked us not to mention that incident, so it wouldn’t affect property values here. It’s

the internet, anyone can look up our complex and find out what happened. Besides, one–bedrooms here usually go for at least 23 thousand dollars a month. If someone’s renting out Room 402 in Black F for only 1.3 thousand dollars, anyone with half a brain

croissant in her hand, suddenly

to be discounted to rent it out, but that guy was freaking generous. Anson just threw out a random

couldn’t rent out 502 for over

listened intently to the elders‘ conversation,

of Block F in this neighborhood. One day, they had a heated argument that turned violent. The woman tried to escape, but the man had lacked the front door. She climbed down to the balcony of Room 402 below, hoping to find

woman had already been stabbed multiple times in the chest. She was weak, and her clothes were soaked

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resident intended to call the police, but before they could, the man from 502 jumped down from his balcony with a terrifying look on his face. He grabbed the woman’s shoulders and violently pushed her off the building. killing her.

died was just horrifying, and so much of her blood had splattered onto the 402 balcony. Rumors began to circulate about her spirit, haunting the place. Over time,

Her movement pulled at the tablecloth, knocking

the

them. The old folks avoided her gaze. A waiter came to clean up the spilled coffee, and she paid her bill, grabbing

might not know, but Stephanie had a secret

said, “You’ll have nothing to fear if you haven’t done anything wrong.” But she was still scared. As a child, she often heard faint noises and saw fleeting

of such things. Vincent would

returned to the so–called haunted” 402,

the door, she noticed the white electric toy car still sitting outside. It was such an expensive toy, yet no one

in no

the apartment, took her medicine, and decided to

smelled a faint scent of burning herbs in the air. Her body

be a short nap turned into a deep slumber that las