Melanie woke up with a blinding headache. Again.
She lay there, staring at the ceiling, her body heavy and her mind foggy and realized that she was in her office. As for how she reached here, she had no idea. And for what happened? That she already knew. She'd had another panic attack in the elevator.
The only relief was that it hadn't happened in front of strangers or in the middle of the day or when she could have been kidnapped. It had hit while she was alone, inside her own building's elevator so she had been relatively safe.
Now, with the worst of it behind her, three questions kept circling in her head. How had she gotten stuck in there in the first place because the elevator had been working just fine before that. Second, how had she gotten out? And third- why was she suddenly feeling so uneasy about elevators at all? She seemed to have a rouh idea, though...
