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The same scent of clean laundry and fresh coffee hit me like a truck. Comforting. Deceiving. Just like the owner.
Silence followed us here too. Just the buzz of the fridge and the coffee maker breaking the heavy atmosphere ever so slightly.
We haven’t spoken since yesterday’s incident. Not he tried to get close to me again.
The drive here was radio silence. I could hear our breaths and heartbeats. Like in Resident Evil.
And just like in that game, I am trap ...
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