the old pride returning. “After everything I’ve done, after everything I’ve sacrificed—”
I cut her off with a small, tired smile.
“Then you know where the door is,” I said, and nodded toward the elevator.
We both knew she wasn’t coming inside.
Not tonight.
Maybe not for a long time.
Maybe never.
She stared at me, waiting for me to cave.
I didn’t.
After a long silence, she turned and walked away, heels clicking against the floor.
I watched until the elevator doors closed.
Until only my reflection remained in
