Chapter 11: Bloodshot Eyes and the Cracks in the Doors

Josephine's POV

I left the credit exchange and went home.

I climbed the last of the rusted iron steps, and my foot stopped in midair.

A man was standing at my door. Around his boots lay a circle of cigarette butts, crushed flat, more than I could count — a dozen at least.

I didn't make a sound. ...

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