I had been living in that flat for three years. It wasn’t fancy, but it was home—close enough to work, with just enough light through the kitchen window to make mornings feel warm. Then one afternoon, the landlady called and told me they were putting it up for sale.
I had a month to move out. I spent that last week scrubbing the place from top to bottom. Baseboards, windows, even the oven that I swore had seen better days.
What happened next changed everything…
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