My Best Friend’s Brother
The old wooden floor creaked under my bare feet as I stood in the Donovans’ kitchen well past midnight.
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The old wooden floor creaked under my bare feet as I stood in the Donovans’ kitchen well past midnight.
The elevator jerked to a sudden stop between the tenth and eleventh floor, lights flickering once before settling into a weak, yellowish glow.