CHAPTER 83: Panic at Apartment 3B

I froze with my hand hovering inches from the door handle, then abruptly pulled it back like the metal had personally offended me. “No,” I said firmly, shaking my head. “Nope. I’ve reconsidered. I will not be opening that door.”

Elliot blinked. “You were literally just—”

“I was wrong,” I cut in. “I’...

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