|SAME DAY, CLOSING HOURS|

BRIANNA

It was well past 7 p.m. when I finally left the building, and the sun had long set. The night was dark, but the streetlights painted the world in pools of golden light. The usual hum of traffic mixed with the distant chatter of pedestrians, a sound I was all too familiar with by now. I’d just started down the street toward the bus stop when a sleek black car pulled up beside me. For a moment, I thought nothing of it, assuming it was just another passerby. ...