(Ashley)
I sat on the couch long after Vaughn went to bed.
The house was quiet. Just the sound of the street outside and the occasional car going past.
I had been sitting here for two hours going through it in my head. Not planning exactly. More like walking through a door I had been standing in front of for weeks and finally deciding whether to step through it or walk away.
Tomorrow I was working the early shift.
The HR letter had not arrived yet. My badge still worked. I had checked that morning out of habit, pressing it against the reader at the staff entrance the way I did every day, and the light had turned green the way it always did.
Green meant access.
Green meant I could still move through that building the way I always had.
I did not know how many more mornings that would
