Lisa's POV
My breathing was heavier than it should’ve been.
It wasn’t panicked or anything it was just… shallow.
I was sweating now. Not the kind that trickled down your back after a long day, but the cold, stiff sort. Like every part of me knew something was off and my body was anticipating the impact.
I pressed my back against the wall and slid to the floor, trying to steady myself. Hand pressed into my scalp, trying not to rip my own hair out in a fit of barely concealed rage.
Outside the locked supply room, I could hear it.
Cheering.
Applause.
It was faint due to the distance, but during highs the sound of the event carried effortlessly, even out here. From the names on people’s lips, to my vision on display.
And out there… she was.
Selena was probably smiling, gracious as ev
