Tori's POV:
"Tori? Is that you in there?"
Morgan's concerned voice called again through the door.
"Morgan!" I nearly sobbed with relief. "Yes, it's me. I—" I stopped, my teeth chattering too hard to continue.
"Hold on, I'll get you out."
I heard her fumbling with something, then a metallic scraping sound.
A moment later, the lock clicked and the door swung open.
"Oh my goddess!" she gasped, taking in my soaked dress, dripping hair, and shivering form. "What happened to you? Who did this?"
I tried to answer, but my lips were trembling too badly.
The restaurant's air conditioning had turned my wet clothes into an ice pack against my skin.
"Never mind, we need to get you warm first." Morgan's voice hardened with determination. She disappeared briefly, returning with a tablecloth she
