I hadn't planned this. At least, that's what I kept whispering to myself. But somehow my feet had carried me here like they belonged to someone else.
The closer I got to the entrance, the heavier my chest became, my guilt and grief pressing down like weights. I didn't know if I wanted to confront him, scream at him, or just catch the smallest glimpse of his face... just to know. Just to confirm whether he was still mine in some twisted way, or if I'd already lost him for good.
And God, I didn't even know which truth would hurt more.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and for a second, my lungs forgot how to work. The last floor. I wasn't even supposed to be here... this wasn't where the monthly executive meeting would take place. But my feet had betrayed me, dragging me here anyway, like I needed proof that he was still real.
And then I saw her.
"Miss Thorne?"
