Ravenna
The restroom door slammed behind me and I pressed my back against it, squeezing my eyes shut.
Breathe. Just breathe.
My hands found the edge of the sink and I gripped it hard, like it was the only solid thing left in the world. The cold porcelain bit into my palms. I held on anyway.
I did not look in the mirror. Not yet.
My legs were still trembling from the boardroom. The way he had looked at me. The way his voice had dropped when he said those words. I could still feel it on my skin, like a brand. Like he had touched me without touching me at all.
I turned the tap. Cold water ran over my wrists first, then I cupped some and splashed it on my face. Once. Twice.
Then I made the mistake of looking up.
The woman in the mirror did not look like me. She had my face, yes, but he
