He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 211

Garry paused, his foot hovering in midair as he turned to look at Teresa standing next to him.

She didn’t shy away. Instead, she met his eyes head-on, calm and steady.

While they stood there, Warren slipped out of the elevator, moving so quietly it was as if he was trying not to disturb the air itself. The doors slid shut behind him, sealing Garry and Teresa inside.

Suddenly, the space felt smaller, like the air had thickened around them. It was so quiet that Teresa was sure she could hear her own heartbeat echoing off the walls.

After what felt like a lifetime, Garry finally broke the silence. His voice was soft. “Teresa, our partnership is over, right?”

Teresa’s face tightened. She clenched her fists without thinking. She hadn’t meant to start anything, but the moment she saw him, her mind went blank and the words just tumbled out. Looking back, she realized how out of line she’d been.

She pressed her lips together, a shadow flickering behind her eyes. “You’re right, Garry.”

To him, they were just colleagues. Now that work was done, there was no reason to keep in touch. She should have remembered that from the start.

With that thought, Teresa forced a small, awkward smile.

She turned away, not wanting to drag things out, and reached for the elevator buttons. She pressed them again and again, but the doors didn’t budge.

Garry’s voice came from behind her. “What’s going on?”

Teresa’s face grew serious. “The elevator’s stuck. The doors won’t open.”

Garry stepped forward and tried himself. Nothing. He pressed for other floors, even hit the emergency call button, but the panel stayed dark and unresponsive.

He frowned, his tone clipped. “Looks like the elevator’s broken. I’ll call Warren.”

“Okay,” Teresa replied quietly.

Whatever weird tension was between them faded in the face of the situation. Garry pulled out his phone and tried to call, but there was no signal at all. The call wouldn’t connect.

Teresa checked her own phone, dialing Parrish, but it was useless. No bars.

Her cheeks burned hotter, and she edged closer to the elevator doors, putting space between them.

She trusted him, sure. But she wasn’t so sure about herself.

Then, a low, pained sound broke the silence.

Teresa’s head snapped back to him. Garry was hunched in the corner, his shirt half-torn, eyes squeezed shut, jaw clenched tight.

His whole body was twisted with pain.

Panic shot through Teresa. She hurried over, kneeling beside him. “Garry, what’s wrong?”

His body shook, not just trembling but full-on convulsing.

She reached out, and the moment her hand touched his skin, she gasped. He was ice cold.