Chloe’s Story
The silence in this two-bedroom house is deafening. In Manhattan, I was Chloe Bells—the girl the tabloids loved to hate, the one whose very name made people tense up. I didn’t have "friends"—I had an audience, and most of them weren't worth the breath I spent talking to them. I was my own universe, and honestly, the view was better that way. Now? I’m here, in this nameless, rain-drenched suburb of Seattle, a total nobody. The irony isn't lost on me. I spent my whole life clawing for attention, and now, I’d kill for an hour of total invisibility.
I stared at the cardboard fortress surrounding me. My apartment is... well, it’s not a penthouse, but it’s definitely me. I made sure of that. Even with my budget cut down to reality-check levels, I managed to find a velvet armcha
