Michael’s POV
I didn't wait for the elevator doors to close before I spoke.
“You can head back to the hotel,” I told Kelly as we stepped into the hallway. My voice sounded rough even to my own ears, which felt like a small exposure of my inner fight. “I need to take a walk.”
She hesitated, I saw it in the way her step slows, the way she looked at me as if she was trying to read something out of my actions at the moment.
“Of course,” she says, professional as always. She adjusted the strap of her bag and gave a polite nod before turning toward the elevators.
I watched her go longer than I should have, but when the doors slid shut, the corridor suddenly felt wider and quieter. Like a held breath released too fast.
I began to walk and I didn't check my phone, because I didn't think abou
