Betty's POV

I didn’t stop running until the glass doors slid shut behind me with a dull thud.

The lobby swallowed me whole. This was warmer than outside, soaked with the pouring air. Warm air, marble floors, muted lighting. There weren't many people moving around

The world inside was quiet compared to the storm I’d left behind. My shoes squeaked faintly against the polished tiles as I staggered forward. My chest was burning, lungs screaming for air.

Don’t look back.

Don’t look ...