The scent, the clothes—it was all too much, a painful reminder of the tangled emotions he had tried to bury. He felt suffocated, like the very air around him had turned thick and heavy.
He wasn't sure how he made it out of the office building. The world around him felt distant, as though he was moving in a haze. His steps were automatic as he walked through the corridors, eventually finding himself in the parking lot. But all he could think of was the taste of bile rising in his throat and the sharp sting of Noah's words. It wasn't just the clothes or the perfume anymore—it was something deeper. Something was shifting in him, and Ray didn't know how to stop it.
