Lisa’s POV
The elevator doors closed behind us softly and somehow… that sound felt louder than everything that had just happened downstairs, it was too loud, too final. I stood still for a moment as the elevator ascended, my reflection staring back at me from the polished steel walls. My expression was composed, calm… normal. At least outwardly but inside? It was different because no matter how much I tried to rationalize it… something about seeing Elizabeth standing in front of Ethan had unsettled me in ways I genuinely had not prepared for, it wasn’t because she was beautiful. Absolutely she was, it wasn’t because she knew him, obviously she did, she knew versions of him other people didn’t… version even I had not seen yet. But because of the way Ethan looked at her was cold, it was sha
