I had been sitting on the floor for five minutes—maybe ten? I couldn’t keep track—when I heard two sets of shoes coming down the hall. One sounded like Barnett’s, but the other sounded lighter, like a smaller person’s footsteps.
The door to the women’s restroom opened.
“Hello? Ms. Leonard?” a woman’s voice called.
I wiped my mouth with some toilet paper before I answered.
“Yes?”
“Are you all right? Mr. Cogsworth told me that you were not feeling well.”
“I-no, I’m not all right. My stomach is very upset.”
“Do you have to…do anything else?”
I didn’t answer for moment, trying to assess the state of my stomach.
“No, I think I’m done.”
“Can you stand up?”
I pulled myself up onto wobbly legs. I cursed my high heels as I nearly slipped onto the toilet. I slipped off my heels
