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

long–time residents were chatting at the table next to Stephanie. Normally, she wouldn’t pay attention to others‘ conversations, but it sounded like they were

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

You said she was sick before

necessarily true. There must

empty fo

half

day, 502 upstairs, which had been emp year,

their conversation continued, a chill ran down Stephanie’s spine, and her fork, holding a mufin, clattered onto the table.

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

just because we don’t talk about it? With 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,

at the croissant in her hand, suddenly

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

for over half a year. And now the owner of 402

the elders‘

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

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

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

balcony with a

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

at the tablecloth, knocking

the elderly men remarked, staring

had a 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

Stephanie had a secret she was

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 mistaken

things. Vincent would surely laugh

402,

white electric toy car still sitting outside. It was such

in no

the apartment, took

burning herbs in the air. Her body felt weak and heavy as if

nap turned into a deep slumber that