Isabella's point of viewThe taxi ride seemed endless. My body was tired, my legs heavy with every step, but my mind wouldn't rest. All my thoughts, all my unsettling fears, haunted me like shadows at the edges of my mind. When I arrived at my apartment, it was already dark, the sun sinking below the horizon, and the only sounds were the muffled murmurs of the street and the distant whisper of traffic. I opened the door clumsily, my hands a little shaky, and stepped inside. The apartment was so quiet it felt like it was pressing on my ears. The door closed behind me, and I stood still, my back against it, exhaling deeply. There was a moment of relief: Adrian wasn't there.However, her absence offered no solace, only emptiness. The apartment was too large, too quiet, a hollow imitation of the home I once knew.I threw my bag onto the sofa and bent down to kick off my heels. My legs ached, my feet were swollen, and the soft carpet beneath them felt almost unbearably familiar. I inhaled,
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