C A L E B
I could not pause for my chauffeur to open the door of my car like he usually did. My hands had curled onto the door's handle minutes before I even reached her apartment building, and I had opened the door and was out on my feet much before the car even fully stopped.
I didn't wait to have a word with the crowd in the lobby or with the guards and the men in blue.
Running to the elevator, I pressed the key to the ninth floor and even the time of seconds in the elevator felt like an eternity. The silence was deafening, and I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel the blood in my veins. I could perceive the fear in my heart as I tried to cover it all up with feigned convincing.
Daisy was a tough girl. She'd fought all her life.
She could have fought a little mor
