Buried, Broke, Then Chosen

Hunger carved through my bones like broken glass, and I was already half-erased when a stranger whispered one word that rewrote my fate: inheritance. In an instant, the alleys I called home tilted, revealing doors I hadn’t known existed—and debts I never asked to owe. Because nothing is free, especially not the past. The house, the name, the ghosts, the prom…

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