Chapter 8May 26th
“How long were you in the bathroom?” Haywood asked.
“I don’t know.” I had to remind myself to be honest, and not to take a guess. “For at least several minutes. I waited until I heard him leave, and then I waited some more. I was too scared to move, or breathe.”
“What did you do after you were sure the killer was gone?”
I risked a glance at the jury again. The majority of them were leaning forward, attentively listening. One woman in the back row had her hand over her mouth.
“I walked out of the bathroom. My foot was wet because it slipped into the toilet while I was hiding, so I left a trail of water on the floor. There were bloody footprints across the floor, right up to the stall where I’d been hiding.” I had come so close to death. One ill-timed sneeze and I’d be
