Chapter 30
~ Octavia ~
The next evening, the sky finally broke.
A cold, relentless rain began to fall just as I hurried out of the office, clutching my laptop bag to my chest. I squeezed into an elevator crowded with people, but I felt entirely alone.
Franklin's words echoed in my head like a cruel chant: Crazy. Paranoid.
To him, I was nothing more than a worthless nuisance he needed to get rid of at any cost.
Once I reached the underground parking lot, I fumbled with my keys, my hands shaking.
The moment the locks clicked open, I scrambled inside and bolted the doors, letting out a jagged sigh of relief.
As I pulled out of the garage and onto the rain-slicked streets, I kept my eyes glued to the rearview mirror.
For over ten minutes, there was nothing but the usual blur of yellow cabs and city buses.
I breathed again, slower this time. Was Franklin right? Was I really just taking it too far? Could this all be some fever dream brought on by work stress?
