Emma

I rush through the revolving doors of the company building on a busy Monday morning, already feeling the weight of the day pressing down on me before I even reach my desk. 

Everyone around me wears serious, almost grim expressions, like there’s an invisible cloud hanging over the office. 

The moment I step inside, something shifts in the air, a tension that makes my skin prickle, like the whole room is focused on me.

A small group of women stands near the elevators, waiting for the next one. As I pass them, their voices drop to hushed whispers. They cover their mouths with their hands, but the effort only...