He Didn’t Kidnap Me. Not Exactly novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

(Daisy’s POV)

Okay.

Moment of truth.

I stood in front of the door and reached for the handle, already imagining the dramatic reunion where I walk in, collapse on my bed, and reconnect with civilization like a long-lost citizen returning from exile.

The handle didn’t move.

I blinked before I recalled.

“…Right.”

Locked.

Of course it was. Because unlike me, who had spent the last couple of days being passed around like an unwanted package between criminal organizations, Lillian actually had a life to run. She left the house. She went places. She functioned like a normal human being.

Must be nice.

I stepped back and stared at the door for a second, then sighed.

“There’s a spare key. Almost forgot.”

I moved toward the potted plant by the corner of the hallway, crouched, and dug into the dirt a bit.

There it was.

The key, hidden under dirt like some kind of low-budget treasure.

Don’t judge me. It made sense at the time.

I grabbed it, stood up, and unlocked the door. And then, I paused, just for a second. Because suddenly, it felt… weird.

Like I was about to step into a version of my life that didn’t quite fit anymore. I pushed the door open eventually.

Warm.

That was the first thing.

Warm air, familiar and still. It didn’t smell like gunpowder or metal or stress-induced decision making.

It smelled like… home.

I stepped inside slowly, closing the door behind me, my eyes scanning the space like I was seeing it for the first time.

Two sides.

Two lives.

Lillian’s side-organized chaos, clothes that looked intentionally thrown, a mirror with sticky notes, and energy that screamed main character in a completely different genre.

My side- slightly less chaotic, slightly more… mine.

My bed.

My table.

My things.

I dropped my bag without thinking and walked further in, my fingers brushing lightly over surfaces as I passed.

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