Chapter Seventy Six
Venessa POV
My feet felt like blocks of ice as I walked toward the open elevator doors. The apartment was completely silent except for the sound of my own shallow breathing. The glossy black package sat right in the middle of the silver floor, looking incredibly out of place and dangerous.
I stopped at the edge of the elevator track, staring down at the cream-colored envelope. My name was written on it in that perfect, elegant ink.
"How?" I whispered into the empty space. "How are you doing this?"
The elevator doors began to slide shut automatically, but I reached out and blocked them with my hand. The safety sensors clicked, and the doors slid back open. I bent down, my fingers shaking violently, and scooped up the heavy box. The moment my fingers touched the smoo
