Edward took my phone that night when everything fell apart, and I learned who he really was, his secrets exposed. In the days that followed, he reminded me how risky it would be to share what I knew. Today, this morning, as we prepared for work, he returned my phone. I knew what that meant. He trusted me with his secrets. But I'm sorry I have to break his trust, for my own survival. I can't go back to those naive days. I have to get out of here.
As we entered the office, I texted Zaria, my best friend, she was ready. In the bathroom now, I texted her again. She had everything I needed. Quickly changing, Zaria worked her magic to disguise me, ensuring Edward wouldn't suspect anything was wrong. Sneaking out of the restroom, I headed to the elevators, avoiding any attention. We had planned
