Blood roared in my ears. My jaw clamped down on my tongue so hard I could taste blood. My chest pounded harder and harder with every step as I climbed the stairs. The elevator was out, like usual.

My bag felt heavy, smacking against my side.

My hair whipped behind me, a brewing storm raging in the sky above, but even the thunder seemed to pale in comparison to how I felt inside.

Everything I had worked so hard for, disintegrating. Destroyed. Like nothing I ...