The building didn’t look real.
At least, not like something I should be walking into.
Glass stretched up toward the sky, reflecting the dull grey morning in sharp, clean lines. Everything about it was sleek, polished, untouched by the kind of life I was used to.
I stood across the street for a full minute before moving.
This was a mistake.
I should turn around.
I should go home.
But home didn’t solve anything.
Home didn’t fix my mum.
Home didn’t make Joe disappear.
So instead, I crossed the road.
Each step felt heavier than the last.
By the time I reached the entrance, my heart was pounding so loudly I was sure the people inside would be able to hear it.
The doors slid open automatically.
Of course they did.
Warm air wrapped around me as I stepped inside, and suddenly everyt
