Vanessa
The sound of the door closing behind me still echoes in my head. I don't walk… I move quickly, automatically… Without looking at anyone. I don't want to be seen, I don't want anyone to ask me anything, I don't want to… break down right there.
I feel the papers in my hand, slowly crumpling under the pressure of my fingers. I don't even remember when I squeezed them like that. I just know they're there… like physical proof of something I can't quite process.
Fire? Really? Just like that… without a word?
I leave the building almost without realizing it, the cold air hits my face, but it doesn't help. It doesn't calm me, it doesn't center me. Nothing does.
I walk straight to the parking lot. My footsteps echo on the concrete, quick, chaotic… like my head.
I look for my car,
