Date = 13 June
Place = San Francisco (UCSF Medical Center)
POV - Aria
The air thickens again. My pulse won’t calm. My nails are crescents of white where they’re digging into the wall. I’ve heard enough to know the truth is even worse than the lies.
‘Fire on fire would normally kill us, but this much desire …’
My phone blares in the quiet corridor, the melody shrill, too sweet for the suffocating tension pressing against the walls. I fumble in my purse with clumsy fingers, my heart ricocheting against my ribs.
Shit. I almost drop the damn thing. Of course, it’s Mel. Only she would call at the absolute worst time, when I’m trying to stay invisible and eavesdrop.
‘Together we’re winners, they say we’re —’
Finally, I manage to stab the button and shut it off, silencing the first song
