Chapter Eighty
Venessa POV
The light in the small archive room felt blindingly bright, but my whole world had just gone completely dark. My back was pressed hard against the cold metal of the filing cabinet. The tablet in my hand felt heavy, its screen still glowing with the live video of my own apartment.
The man standing in the doorway didn't look like a shadow anymore. He didn't look like a ghost or a monster from a horror movie. He was wearing the crisp, blue uniform of my office building’s security team.
It was Thomas.
Thomas was the senior security guard who had worked at the front desk of my marketing firm for the last two years. He was the man who smiled at me every morning. He was the man who held the door open for me when my hands were full of coffee cups. He was the person
