Clara was aware she was obsessing, but she couldn't help it.
The voice mail stuck in her brain like a song she couldn't get rid of.
"I think I would've enjoyed riding on an elevator with you."
It could've been coincidence. Maybe he was just a poet. Maybe he liked to fantasize. Maybe she was reading too much into it.
But every time she thought about his timing—how that message came on the heels of her elevator ride with Damien up close—"her stomach was twisted.
She'd replayed both episodes endlessly in her mind. Damien's silence. His scowl. His exit line. And then, hours later. Reed_Art's voice message, explaining that same feeling of closeness. As if he'd been present.
She needed something concrete. Something solid.".
Because if she was wrong—if she went to Damien or even mentioned
