CHAPTER 37
BELLA'S POV
Burning pain shot through my skin, making me flinch. I spun on my heels and ran straight for the washroom. Mike called after me, but his voice barely registered in mind.
I shoved the door open and rushed to the sink. A woman on her way out paused, giving me a startled, almost wary glance before quickly slipping past me.
I shoved my arm under the tap, hissing as cold water ran over the burn. The sting dulled slightly, but my grip on the sink only tightened. The anger rising inside me wasn’t fading.
It wasn’t just the coffee. It was the exhaustion of running late every morning. The constant side-eye from Sarah. The entitled customers. And now this—burning coffee dripping down my skin like the cherry on top of a perfect day.
"Breathe, Bella. Just breathe," I whisp
