CHAPTER 101
ALEX’S POV
The office instantly felt smaller than it ever had.
The feeling wasn't physical–nothing, except all that I'd packed, had moved anyways–but the air suddenly felt heavier, like a weight pressing in on my chest. My fingers fiddled uselessly with the open drawer as Sandra stood there, staring at me. I couldn't even tell what I was searching for anymore. Paper clips? Old pens? Nothing? Everything?
I heard Sandra give a short sigh, her heels clicking against the marble floor as the door closed behind her.
Her scent still lingered in the room, cloying and sharp, warping around me and filling my lungs. I lifted my eyes from the drawer and stared at the door, longer than necessary. Jaw tight, my chest rose and fell with a slow breath I forced myself to take.
Treating
