Chapter 104 What Scares You More?

• CAL
• As soon as the glass doors slid open, the warmth hit me. The faint scent of orange mixed with new paper filled the air. At the reception desk, the middle-aged woman with reading glasses gave me a thin smile. She didn’t ask for my name, just a small nod, like an unspoken agreement that I was one of her “regulars.”
• My hand brushed against the water bottle in my jacket pocket while I waited for the small door at the end of the hallway to open.