LEILA
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The sound of a knock echoed through my apartment, which made my heart leap into my throat for a second, because I wasn’t expecting anyone, not tonight, not after the intensity of the past few days.
I walked towards the door, my steps hesitant, wondering who it could be, my mind racing through possibilities, a neighbor?
A delivery?
Or something else entirely?
I then looked through the peephole and it revealed the identity of my unexpected visitor, and my eyes widened in disbelief.
Misa.
Standing on my doorstep.
How she got her address, I know nothing of, it was unlisted, yet here she was, standing outside my door.
I hesitated for a long moment, my hand on the doorknob, wrestling with myself, every instinct screaming at me to keep the door closed, to pretend I wasn’
