When Briony arrived at the hospital, she had just stepped into the elevator when footsteps echoed behind her.

Catching the movement in the polished reflection of the elevator wall, Briony saw Stewart approaching.

She pressed her lips together and ignored him.

Stewart entered the elevator, gave her a cool glance, and then moved to stand behind her.

A moment later, six or seven more people squeezed in, making the small space instantly crowded.

A plump woman in front shuffled closer, forcing Briony to take a few steps back.

Her back was now almost-though not quite-touching Stewart's broad, solid chest.

He stood a full head taller than her, and she could faintly catch that familiar, subtle hint of mint on his skin.

Unbidden, memories flickered through her mind.

She recalled the past five years: tying his tie for him in the mornings like any dutiful wife as he got ready for work; and how, like any ordinary husband, he'd wrap an arm around her waist and press a soft kiss to her lips before leaving...

Looking back now, the whole routine felt painfully ironic.

off the thoughts and focus on the present, resolutely ignoring the man behind

reached Julia's floor, the

time, Stewart didn't follow. He stayed where

look back. Her figure disappeared down the hallway, the closing elevator

...

home and get some rest-she could come back

long after Gina

slipped into the tiny break room, closed the door,

statement backing you up," Stella said. "But honestly, I doubt she wrote it herself. Feels

pulled up Facebook and found

it,

Not bad, she thought.

you.' Looks like she's feeling guilty," Stella scoffed. "All those vague, wishy-washy comments she made before?

and Ms. Hudson vanished. Even the trending tags disappeared completely-like someone was pulling strings behind the

is Stewart,"

"Wait, he actually helped

him," Briony replied,

shocked. "Girl, spill! How did

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255