Chapters tagged cbt

by Levantin

Chapter 67

The cordless drill sat heavy in my grip, the high-pitched whine of the motor echoing off the bare walls. The white plastic casing of the first camera was anchored firmly above the frame of the hallway door. Sweat traced down from my temples, gathering along the lower rims of my...

by Levantin

Chapter 74

The coffee machine in the kitchen gurgled softly while thin morning light cut through the blinds. Quarter to seven sharp, the table was set: fresh fruit, two mugs, the plate positioned with exact alignment just as she demanded. With every step, the base ring of the resin fixture...

by Levantin

Chapter 90

The stairwell of the Altbau smelled of floor wax, cold stone, and the distant aroma of sautéed garlic drifting down from the second floor. That scent had once marked the familiar threshold to comfort, but today every single worn wooden step felt like a calculated sentence. My th...