[Elijah]
One Month Later…
Support Group – Last Session.
Yes, James won. That cheating bastard had dirt on Lehmann, and he called in a “favor”—though personally, I’d call it what it really was: blackmail, not some friendly exchange.
The chairs were arranged in a loose circle, like always. The scent of old books, herbal tea, and something vaguely lemony from the cleaning wipes lingered in the air. The sunlight spilled softly through the high windows, brushing everything in gold.
I sat where I always did—second from the left, near the window. Morning light poured in, catching the side of my face. Warm, but not overwhelming. My hands rested quietly in my lap, fingers interlaced. I wore a dark grey shirt and tailored pants—occupational habits don’t die, even in places that don’t care how
