After Sabrina and Hunter parted ways, she made her way to the rooftop, feeling the need for solitude.
The elevator ride felt interminable, each floor a marker of her rising emotions. Once the door opened at the rooftop, she stepped out into the open air, the city's noise muted by the height.
A gust of wind swept her hair back, and she found a corner where she could be alone with her thoughts.
The conversation with her grandmother replayed in her mind, each word a dagger of sorrow and fear.
The conversation had triggered a lot of feelings, and it had brought back the pain of their parents' death.
She clutched the railing, her knuckles white, as the weight of her grandmother's diagnosis and the implications of her wish to be euthanized sank in.
The thought of losing her grandmother too was too painful. It was hard enough seeing how she had grown so old and frail over the years.
