She couldn't shake off the fresh memory that flooded, came right and centre into her mind, when the spokesperson of the task force, the last meeting she attended before wrapping up for the day after that weird conversation with Anna, talked about the Memorial Day incident which started the idea.
Stephanie's idea, but she was glad for it to be acknowledged as a collective one. It meant support from the sovereign layer, the pinnacle of reasons why she had done anything to reach this level of acceptance.
She remembered that night after signing some papers from Gema's burial, she waited for the last every-6-hour bus from the nearest bus stop. She rested her head in her hands all the way to the stop she dropped off.
The metallic button inside the lift glimmered when pressed, oblivious to the thundering heartbeat of the sole passenger.
