TESSA
I had never felt so exposed in my life.
Tonight, in the glow of flickering fluorescent lights and the oppressive warmth of too many bodies pressed into too small a pharmacy, I felt stripped bare.
I thought it would be easy. I slipped out under the cover of night, hood over my head, scarf tucked tightly to my neck, and picked the most nondescript place possible. Far from Elite, far from curious eyes, far from anyone who could recognize me and whisper my name with a smirk.
But apparently, I wasn’t the only one desperate enough to seek anonymity in the dark.
The line inside stretched almost to the door, and every cough, every shuffle of feet seemed louder than the pounding in my chest.
I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, my boots scuffing against the linoleum, and willed myself
