Chapter 69

• Hayley’s Pov
• The air washed over me like a wave of reminiscence, providing an abrupt dichotomy to the turbulent inner strife within. My heart chilled as if imprisoned in ice, with each thump resonating the agony of deceitfulness. Entering the inadequately illuminated foyer and perceiving flickering lights casting a bland radiance upon mismatched furnishings.
• A recognizable voice called out, "Hey, is that Hayley?" from the reception desk. I spun around to find Nora gazing back at me—the compassionate front-desk attendant who'd always had my back whenever I was in need of comfort. Seeing my face dampened with tears stirred a sense of worry within her bright eyes as she extended her observations towards me.