Ricci
The Falling.
I hadn’t planned on going into my study that afternoon. I’d only come to grab my phone charger. But the moment I opened the door, I knew something was off. My steps slowed.
The curtains hadn’t been drawn like I usually left them. The smell was slightly different, too, like paper and something metallic. My eyes narrowed.
The folder was sitting right in the middle of my desk. Neatly placed like a goddamn trap.
My fingers twitched at my side. I don’t know why, but my mouth dried instantly,, and I closed the door behind me with a soft thud. My boots felt too heavy as I crossed the floor. The folder was just... there. Like a dare. Like a slap.
I pulled the chair back with a screech and sat down slowly. My heart wasn’t pounding yet. Not yet. But my hands were already cur
