Despite the removal

Even with the infestation gone, Martha couldn’t shake her sense of unease. Every creak of the floor or whisper of wind outside made her tense up instinctively. Her nights were restless, filled with anxious thoughts and imagined scratching. “What if one got away?” she often wondered, unable to silence the paranoia.

She found herself checking the sink drain more than once a day, flipping on every light before entering a room. The house no longer felt like a home—it was a place of vigilance. Although logic told her it was over, the trauma of the experience had left its mark. Martha realized she needed more than extermination—she needed a fresh start.

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