I stood in the middle of the living room, breath ragged, eyes on the shattered necklace chain on the floor. I knelt, silently, and picked up each broken piece of the pendant with trembling fingers.
That was it.
That was the last line they crossed.
I walked straight to my room, pulled out my phone, and dialed the landlady.
“Hello?” she answered sleepily.
“It’s Elena,” I said flatly. “I want to sell the apartment.”
“Sell?” she repeated. “Right away?”
“Yes,” I said. “List it. Put it on the market.”
“Yes,” I said. “List it. Put it on the market.”
There was a short silence on the other end of the line, then the real estate agent cleared her throat. “Understood, Ms. Reid. Just to confirm, you’re selling the property fully? Will there be any tenants to notify?”
I exhaled slowly. “Yes. Three of them—Gabriel, Nathan, and Sabrina. They’ve been living there with me for years. I want official notice sent to them after I’ve left.”
She paused. “Any rental contracts?”
“No,” I replied flatly. “They’ve been staying here for free. It was never supposed to be permanent.”