Tuesday

Previously

…The glass, my fragile barrier against the terrifying expanse, seemed to shimmer, reflecting the inferno outside. It was time. Time to break the routine, to shatter the silence, to embrace the unknown. The agony of the decision, the sheer terror of what lay ahead, was a physical pain, a tightening in my chest that stole my breath. But beneath it, a strange calm began to settle, the peace that comes when all other options have been exhausted. The world outside, a blur of smoke and fire, beckoned. And I, Eleanor Vance, with my hidden phobia and my carefully constructed life, was about to take my final, shattering leap.