The door closed behind her with a soft click, sealing the interview room away like a vault. Only then did Sofia finally let her lungs loosen, a breath rushing out of her as if she had been holding it for an entire hour. Her notebook felt heavier than it had ever felt in her entire career, as if the pages had absorbed the tension in the room along with her frantic, scribbled notes. Her hand ached from the furious pace at which she had written, her fingers stiff and tingling, but she barely noticed it through the buzzing in her head.
Ginny was waiting near the reception desk, leaning against a polished white counter with her camera bag slung over her shoulder like it weighed nothing. She straightened the second she spotted Sofia, eyes bright with curiosity. “Well? Are you alive? Blink twice
