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It felt like everyone was working on eggshells, as though we were latching onto some parts of a glass house, terrified to move an inch because of the fear of ruining things beyond repair. The tension that oozed off everyone as they skidded to and fro the lobby of the last floor made me raise a questioning brow at no one in particular.
The worried and agitated expressions they had on their faces were saying little, yet so much that something was wrong this morning and I couldn't pinpoint it. And it wasn't like they were moving around at a slow pace and would get to ask them about what was going on.
It placed me on tenterhooks and the feeling of dread that enveloped me mirrored the one on their faces. I almost let out a sigh of relief, clutching the strap of my bag when I sighted
