Chapter 68 Running From The Past

Genevieve's fingers hovered over the keyboard, the glow of the screen illuminating her strained face. She typed, deleted, and typed again, each word a battle against the thoughts threatening to consume her. The office was silent, save for the rhythmic clicking of keys and the occasional sigh escaping her lips. She glanced at the clock, 10:15 PM. The building was nearly empty, the hum of fluorescent lights the only company. She had hoped the solitude would bring clarity, but instead, it deepened the turmoil within her. Every email she sent, every report she filed, felt like a futile attempt to outrun the memories of the past few days.