He pauses mid-motion, lowering his head before he looks back at me over his shoulder. "Keane."
"Okay, Keane," I repeat. "I'm Libby."
He sighs heavily, and as he opens the door, he adds, "I didn't ask."
I'm too dumbfounded to respond before he leaves the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts and yet another realization.
My life is over.
No matter what lies ahead, my life will never be the same.
And at this very moment, that prospect frightens me just as much as it excites me.
Because I've always known something was lurking in the darkness. Something that was waiting for me.
Something or someone just waiting for the right moment to grab me.
And now it did.
It finally happened.