Lena always told herself she was careful. Every night she checked the stove, locked the doors, and switched off the lights before climbing into bed.
The little apartment smelled faintly of the pasta she had cooked earlier, and the quiet hum of the city outside felt almost peaceful. She left her phone charging on the nightstand and closed her eyes, already half-asleep.
She never once glanced toward the kitchen counter where the sleek new air fryer still glowed with a tiny red light.
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