Midnight Cravings

Previously

…The hum of the fluorescent lights seemed to recede, replaced by the faint, exhilarating thrum of my own heart. The grey of Sterling & Finch was still there, a tangible presence, but it no longer held me captive. I had finally seen the edges of my own cage, and I had chosen to step beyond them. The world outside felt vast and unknown, a canvas waiting for a splash of color, and for the first time, I felt ready to pick up the brush. The path ahead was uncertain, laced with the same apprehension that had always shadowed my romantic ideals, but now, it was also illuminated by a fierce, burning hope. I was Anya, and I was no longer content with fine.