Chapter 24: The Weight of Two Lines

Point of view: Elowen Hart

The office hadn't changed at all; unlike my life, everything there was the same as always: the cold light, the same sepulchral silence... I felt as if the walls were closing in on me.

I spent the day as if I were trapped in a nightmare... Filing papers. Drafting emails. Making coffee that made my stomach churn, but it wasn't just about making coffee.

His notes kept coming too, each one colder than the last.

"Shell Henderson's contra