Lila's P.O.V
No single drop of rain dripped as I arrived the city. Outside had bled into a starless night by the time I pushed through the heavy glass doors of the office building’s lobby. My footsteps echoed in the marble emptiness, each step had me recall the day’s grim revelations sending a fresh ache through my calves, remembering the quiet miles of Dockyard Street had my senses scrape me raw by the confrontation. I was glad that I had paced through safely.
The elevator ride to the seventh floor was slow. I watched the numbers climb, it was one of the first times that I came to my office building in the night and since I sent the text, Diane wrote back that they'll still be waiting for me. Finally, the elevator's door opened and I walked straight to the office.
As I turned the key i
