ELIJAH’S POV:
As I walk aimlessly through the stark, fluorescent-lit corridors of the office building, my footsteps echo hollowly against the tiled floor. Each step feels heavier than the last, burdened not only by the weight of my own failures but by the collective weight of my responsibilities pressing down upon me.
I feel nothing but regret and disappointment in myself. The video that thrusts me into the unwanted spotlight, replays over and over in my mind's eye, a constant reminder of my lapse in judgment, of the irreversible consequences of a lapse of reason.
And then there’s Catherine, whose whereabouts remains a mystery to me. The chasm that has formed between us seems insurmountable, widening with each passing day. I long to reach out to her, to beg for forgiveness, but how can
