Lillian’s Point Of ViewI didn’t remember pressing the elevator button.I didn’t remember the ride down.The doors had opened at some point, people had probably stepped in and out, voices had likely filled the small metal box, but everything felt muffled, distant, like I was underwater.All I could hear was Graham’s voice. Cold. Flat.‘Leave, Lillian.’The words kept replaying in my head.By the time my feet carried me into the underground garage, the air hit me differently down there. Cool, heavy with the smell of concrete, oil, and rubber. The dim lights above flickered slightly, humming softly.My heels clicked against the floor as I kept walking. One step. Then another. Then another. I didn’t even know where I was going.The bag was still clutched in my hand. My tote hung from my shoulder, the strap digging into my skin but I barely felt it.My chest was tight. Too tight. I stopped walking. Right in the middle of the garage. My eyes dropped slowly to the bag in my hand.The stupid
Read more