Chapter 24

• *~Riley~*
• Was I quaking in these ridiculously tall heels? Did my knees buckle and threaten my stability as I was made to follow Eddy to the story resting above the restaurant? Yes, and Yes. You’d never guess it though. My back was arched and my breathing was controlled; almost indiscernible to the man leading me to my certain death.
• Chill! I consoled myself. I had been in the worst circumstances and maintained my composure. All I had to do was turn that switch back on. The one that suppressed my fear and amplified my calm. It wasn’t difficult by any estimation. More of a reflex. Muscle memory is much like learning to play an instrument. A skill is never forgotten. A skill once used often left me with patchy memory.