A heavy lump formed in my throat.
"I'll just forward the footage to you."
"Okay. Thank you. So much."
The call ended.
I inhaled nervously.
While I was hurting, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something might've happened to me that night. Something I did not remember.
I eagerly waited for the footage, but the manager appeared to be slow, and until I reached my destination, the footage did not come.
I stared at the tall building in front of me.
Ugh. Was I making the right decision?
Yes.
Grabbing my bag and file, I stepped out of the car, into TCH.
The place was bright and busy.
Large, glass windows lined one wall, allowing natural light to flood the space. Colorful artwork adorned the walls, providing small bursts of warmth amid the clinical atmosphere.
The reception desk
