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Chapter 12: The Voice Upstairs
Daylight barely seeps into the basement.
My breath makes small clouds in front of my face. I curl inside my sweater and listen to the building above like it's a giant animal: creaking, groaning, shifting its weight.
I haven't eaten since yesterday morning. The protein bar is gone. I chew a handful of dry pasta and