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

pay attention to others‘ conversations, but it sounded like they were talking about her since she

ago. She’s beautiful, but she looks pretty unwell, really thin, like she’s been seriously ill, one of them whispered, their voice dripping with

was sick before she

necessarily true. There must be some lingering

empty fo

half

and the very next day, 502 upstairs, which had

Stephanie’s spine, and her fork, holding

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

what happened. Besides, one–bedrooms here usually go for at least 23 thousand dollars a

looked at the croissant in her hand,

be discounted to rent it out, but that guy was freaking generous.

he couldn’t rent out 502 for

elders‘ conversation, feeling her scalp

months ago, a couple had lived in Room 502 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

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

Chapter 268

stains on her hands and the floor. She screamed desperately, banging on the glass door of

resident intended to call the police, but before they could, the man from 502 jumped down from his balcony with a terrifying

onto the 402 balcony. Rumors began to circulate

and she abruptly stood up. Her movement pulled at the tablecloth, knocking over a coffee pot. The

new tenant from 402,” one of the elderly men

complex feeling. She turned to look at them. The old folks avoided her gaze. A waiter came to clean up the spilled coffee, and she paid her bill, grabbing a takeout box of

might not know, but Stephanie had a secret she was terrified of

anything wrong.” But she was still scared. As a child, she often heard faint noises

she was still wary of such things. Vincent would surely laugh

returned to the so–called haunted” 402, feeling uneasy the entire

car still sitting outside. It was such an expensive

in no mood

things. She entered the apartment, took her medicine,

that she smelled a faint scent of burning herbs in the air. Her body felt weak and heavy

be a short nap turned into a deep