Juniper's Pov
I quietly follow behind Theodore and Chris as we make our way back to the elevator. The tension is suffocating, wrapping around us like an invisible force, making each step feel heavier than the last. The silence between Theodore and me earlier had been calm, almost understanding, but this? This silence is deafening.
Chris walks stiffly ahead of us, his hands shoved into his pockets, his shoulders rigid. I glance at Theodore, who remains unreadable, his expression carefully composed, but I can tell he’s watching Chris like a hawk. Neither of us trusts him.
The elevator ride is mercifully short. The moment the doors slide open, the bright, airy lobby greets us. The woman at the front desk notices us immediately, her red lips curling into a pleased smile, happy to see that w
