Marissa
I felt like my heart was about to burst out of my chest after I left Justin. I grabbed my handbag, knowing I couldn’t stay in the office until I figured out the meaning of his words. I sprinted down the corridor, brushing past a startled employee who barely had time to react. Justin could come rushing after me. I didn’t want that. I didn’t want to see his face right now—not with fear eating into my bones.
I slammed my hand against the elevator button. My chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. The numbers blinked above the silver doors: 12, 11, 10.
“Come on,” I muttered, blinking back hot tears and clutching the strap of my bag. The doors slid open. I stepped in and pressed for the ground floor.
As the elevator began its slow descent, my foot tapped frantically against the flo
