35. Of First Loves

When I get into the elevator at our apartment building, I press the button for the top floor. When I get there, I take the short flight of stairs leading to the roof.

I badly need fresh air and to be alone with my thoughts. Jude tried calling me while I was on my ride over, but I switched off my phone after he called a second time. I need some space to think everything over without him trying to affect my reasoning.

I push the door to the rooftop and emerge on the other side. Pushing it closed behind me, I notice it’s empty, just the way I hoped. I walk forward, heading to a bench set on one side of the rooftop.

“Elevator girl?”

I freeze in my steps at the sudden voice. Confused, I look towards the direction it emerged from, the other side of the rooftop. I can’t see much on that side, given the only lights currently switched on are the pool’s accent lights. But I’m able to make out some movement before the lights around the rooftop come alight.

I blink at the sudden brightness, then