Just the finality of his tone and the cold certainty in his eyes.
The woman on the ground looked up at him. Her expression didn’t change much. If anything, her gaze became even calmer, unreadable in a way that made my skin prickle.
Mr. Harlan didn’t look at her. He didn’t acknowledge her as a person who existed in the same space. He only turned away, already moving back toward the lobby, as if this moment was nothing more than a smudge he’d wiped off his day.
I stood there,
