Sera’s pov:
I sat there, just staring at the screen. I couldn't bring myself to touch it yet.
The room was so quiet it actually hurt. It felt like the walls were holding their breath, watching me, knowing that I was standing on the edge of a cliff. One more click, and I’d be falling. There’d be no climbing back up to the girl I used to be. The little desk lamp was the only thing fighting the dark, casting a lonely circle of light over the keys while dust danced in the air like tiny, dying stars.
I’d been at this for hours.
My head was thumping, a dull ache behind my eyes from staring at endless rows of names and numbers. It was all just lies… neatly stamped, official-looking lies. But I couldn't stop. Every time I opened a new file, it felt like I was peeling back a scab, trying to fin
