They were the kind I could live inside.

PART 27: The First Anniversary

Exactly one year after the elevator incident, I arrived at the office just before nine.

I wore a navy dress and carried a cup of plain coffee.

There was no ceremony planned for the date, and I had not mentioned it to anyone.

The lobby smelled faintly of fresh paint.

A new sign beside the elevators explained accessibility and freight safety in straightforward language.

It did not assign status to any of the people using them.