Chapter 73 Slowly Stabbed
- Fred
- The moment the clock hit closing time, I stood up like a machine—no words, no hesitation. I didn’t even glance Wendy's way. I just started packing my things: laptop shut, notebook into my bag, mug rinsed and flipped upside down. My chest felt too damn tight, and I needed to breathe somewhere that wasn’t here.
- I had just reached the door when her voice stopped me.