Chapter 3
Selena
I stood in front of that beat-up wooden door, my finger hovering over the doorbell, heart pounding like a drum.
The hallway of this old Brooklyn apartment building was dimly lit, the air thick with that musty smell of age. I took a deep breath and pressed the bell.
Ding-dong—
Footsteps ...
Chapters
1. Chapter 1
2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
8. Chapter 8
9. Chapter 9
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