The elevator ride down felt unusually long, the hum of the machinery echoing around the metal walls as my reflection stared back at me in the mirrored panel. One hand rested automatically on my stomach while the other gripped my purse strap tightly.
By the time the doors opened to Level B, my heart was beating faster than it should have been.
The garage was nearly empty.
Fluorescent lights flickered faintly overhead, casting a pale glow across rows of parked vehicles and concrete pillars. My footsteps echoed as I walked toward the row where I had left my dark blue SUV earlier that morning.
Then I turned the corner.
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