The Reveal

The lift is jolty. I don't think it's been serviced for a long time. I wish we took the stairs. I feel like the lift would drop and shatter within seconds. I should tell Todd that I hate lifts the next time I see an elevator. He knows lots about me, but not the fact that I hate lifts.

I hope we don't get stuck. I remember so many horror stories linked to elevators that I'm muttering prayers to myself.

"Did you say something?" Todd cries out. His voice echoes. The fact that he's so loud doesn't help much. Sometimes I wonder if he's hard of hearing? He has everything loud, even his MP3 players. It surprises that the neighbours have yet to have words with me.

My lips quivered. "No."

"What's the matter? You look pale? You're not scared of lifts, are you?"