Yet I couldn’t shake the discomfort settling in my chest.
The statement was absurdly vague.
What kind of apartment could possibly cost $400?
And why hadn’t she ever mentioned it before?
My mind drifted back to the countless hours spent in my cramped office downtown.
The struggle of balancing bills, the exhaustion that seemed to follow me home every day.
Christmas was supposed to be a break, a moment of peace before diving back into the relentless grind.
But Aunt Margaret’s announcement added an undercurrent of unease, disrupting the fragile calm I had hoped for.
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