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CHAPTER SEVEN: WHISPERS IN THE DARK
Author: Pen-Goddess
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The Greenwood penthouse was quiet that night. Too quiet, Deborah tossed restlessly in her bed, her wine glass abandoned on the nightstand. The shadows stretched long across the ceiling, taunting her with every flicker of the city lights.

A soft ding broke the silence, Her phone lit up on the dresser. One new message With trembling hands, Deborah reached for it.

The message contained no name. No number. Just three words: “Did you miss me?”

Her breath caught. The phone slipped from her grip, clattering onto the hardwood floor. Her chest heaved, panic clawing its way up her throat.

No one knew. No one could know. Gibson was dead. He was supposed to be dead, Her eyes darted around the darkened room. The curtains swayed as if stirred by invisible hands. The air felt colder, heavier.

And then the phone chimed again.

“Check the balcony.”

Deborah’s pulse roared in her ears. Slowly, against every instinct, she turned toward the glass doors that led to the balcony.

The curtains fluttered. The c
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