The eerie atmosphere thickened, wrapping around Grace like a cold shroud. She felt as if she were standing in an ice cellar, chilled from head to toe. Daring not to approach the light, she placed her hope on the phone in her hand, frantically dialing.
In the darkness, a melodious song began to play. She instantly recognized the all-too-familiar tune—it was Harry Gavin's ringtone!
"Wait, did I forget to turn off my phone?" An astonished voice echoed as the office lights suddenly flickered on. Lynn burst in with a cake, a sheepish Harry Gavin trailing behind.
"Grace, happy birthday!" Lynn beamed, then turned to chide the person behind her, "It's all your fault, you ruined such a perfect atmosphere."
Grace stood there, stunned, staring at the two approaching figures before it dawned on he
