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

were chatting at the table next to Stephanie. Normally, she wouldn’t pay attention to others‘ conversations, but it

pretty unwell, really thin, like she’s been seriously ill, one of them whispered, their voice dripping

dramatic. You said she was sick before she moved in, not

not necessarily true. There must be

empty fo

over half a

rented out the day before yesterday, and the very next day, 502 upstairs, which had been

chill ran down Stephanie’s spine, and her fork, holding a mufin, clattered

not to mention that incident, so it

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

looked at the croissant in her hand, suddenly losing her

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

demand, but he couldn’t rent out 502 for over half a year. And

the elders‘ conversation, feeling

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 lacked the front door. She climbed down to the balcony of Room 402 below, hoping to find

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

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the floor. She screamed desperately, banging on the glass door of the 402 balcony, but the resident inside was

before they could, the man from 502 jumped down from his balcony with

so much of her blood had splattered onto the 402 balcony. Rumors

body stiffened, and she abruptly stood up. Her movement pulled at the tablecloth, knocking over a coffee pot. The clattering sound drew the attention of those around them.

from 402,” one of the elderly men remarked, staring at

her gaze. A waiter came to clean up the spilled coffee,

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

had always 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 shadows. She had mentioned it to her grandfather several times, but he only vaguely told her that she was

still wary of such things. Vincent would surely

so–called haunted” 402,

car still sitting outside. It was such an expensive toy, yet no one had come to claim

was in

the apartment, took

of burning herbs in

nap turned into a