Chapter 65 Dust Part Two

• The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, and we step out. Cami's fingers are wrapped around mine, warm and small, swinging slightly as we walk down the quiet hall toward Willow's apartment.
• My eyes catch a figure standing by the door, head bowed low, arms clasped in front of her like she is waiting for a verdict. Even from a distance, I feel it—hesitation, fear, maybe guilt. I slow down, and Cami does too.
• As we get closer, the woman straightens and lifts her head.