The elevator doors closed with a soft thud, a metallic box enclosing the three of them. Mia was in the center, Jed on her left and Sean on her right. There was no space between them; the subtle pressure of their bodies was an unspoken promise, an electric current flowing from one to the next. The digital display above the door ticked upward: 29… 30… 31. Each passing floor was a beat of a drum, building the rhythm and anti...