Anna's POV:

The elevator doors close behind me and I breathe for the first time in ten minutes.

I didn't take my phone. I registered that the moment I stepped out—felt the absence of it the way you feel a missing tooth with your tongue, small and unavoidable and wrong. But going back means walking past those desks again, past the careful blankness on every face that heard exactly what Nina said and chose their monitors over it.

'Let them keep ...