Betty’s POV

I couldn’t tell if the corridor was cold or if it was just me.

My back rested against the wall, but I didn’t dare lean fully. I was scared even the soft rustle of my clothes would sound too loud. My fingers hovered near my chest, trembling slightly, so I clasped them together to make them

I held my breath too scared he might hear me breathing. He was almost here...

The silence around me felt wrong. Restaurants were supposed to have noise, such as clinking plates, distant ...