The elevator doors opened but no one entered for a while, and then they slowly closed again.
The atmosphere seemed to shift, becoming slightly different.
For a long time, there was only silence.
"Ann, I…" Mia Moreland didn't even know what she wanted to say. Her throat felt tight, as if she had a thousand words trapped inside, yet no idea how to begin.
But just as she started to speak—
The abrupt, mechanical vibration of a phone shattered the slightly eerie atmosphere.
Ann Chapman withdrew her hand and lifted the hem of her white coat, fishing a phone out from her pocket.
Mia's gaze, unintentionally, landed on the buckle of the belt around his waist.
It wasn't the one she'd given him.
