(Noah)
I rode back to the building with my head clear for the first time all night.
Not calm. Clear. There was a difference. Calm was what I felt when everything was settled. Clear was what I felt when I had made a decision and was done second guessing it. I had made mine somewhere between the compound and the highway and I had not looked back from it since.
I parked, went inside and took the elevator up.
The fourth floor was quiet. Her light was on under the door. I could see it from the hallway. I stood in front of my own door for a moment and then I crossed the hallway and knocked.
It took a moment. Then I heard her footsteps and the door opened and she was standing there in different clothes from earlier, her hair down, looking at me the way she looked at me every time I showed up
