Chase

I storm down the hall to get to the elevator as fast as humanly possible without actually running and attracting any other attention to myself by the people standing around.

36 days, technically almost 35 because it’s almost midnight.

I’m frantic in my thoughts at the moment that I actually forget to press the button for the elevator. After I stand there waiting for at least 20 seconds, I press the button and the doors open. I get inside and let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I think to myself, maybe I can just leave here and find a cheap motel for the next five weeks.

I can’t do this. I can’t stay here. It hasn’t even been a full 48 hours yet and I feel beyond out of place.

I step off the elevator and make my way to Steph’s suite. I pull the key card out of my small purse and slide it in and wait for the green light. As soon as I see it, I push the door open, close it and slide my body to the floor and just stay there for five minutes with my hands cradling my head.

Aft