დ Aidan დ
“Say something,” Ezra said. His voice came out small in the wide quiet of the lobby. I stared up at the tower that carried my name. Glass caught the late afternoon like a net and threw it back at the city in shards. The revolving doors spun, people drifted in and out, and the front desk security guard looked like he had been carved out of the marble. I felt like a ghost who had finally walked back through his own wall.
“I am saying something,” I muttered. The words stuck to my tongue. My chest felt tight in a way that had nothing to do with running or fear.
You left, and now you are back. So be back.
“Do not disappear in your head,” Ezra said as he nudged my shoulder. “They need to see you breathe,”
“I will breathe upstairs,” I said as we moved. The doors sighed, and the el
