Chapter 137

Isabella was just thinking about what she'd do once she got upstairs when the elevator gave a sudden jolt. "Ah!" She let out a startled scream, immediately backing into the corner, too scared to move a muscle. The elevator resumed its climb, and just when she thought maybe she was just imagining things, it shook again—way worse this time. Her face went pale, legs turning to jelly from fear. What should you do when an elevator breaks down? Her mind went completely blank. She couldn't think, couldn't move. Then came the free fall. The elevator dropped fast, lights flickering before going out completely. "Help! Somebody help!" Isabella screamed, hugging her head and crouching in a ball on the floor, panic taking over. In that split second between life and death, she thought she'd think of Theodore. But oddly enough, it was Julian who flashed through her mind. She gave a bitter laugh. Was this really how her story ended? Just when she thought it was all over, the elevator came to a sudden