CHAPTER 42: Pee, Prayers, and Panic Attacks
Ellie banged the door again, this time with her foot.
It thudded dully, mocking her. The centuries-old wooden frame didn’t budge. She kicked it again, more out of frustration than hope.
“Open, you dumb sacred door!” she snapped, voice echoing off the tiled walls. “You’d think in a place where miracles happen, someone would have installed a working lock!”
She sank onto the toilet seat, because her legs were wobbly and she hated crying while standing. Her eyes burned. The tears came anyway.
She sobbed softly at first, a low hiccup of helplessness. Then louder, uncontrolled, snotty sobs that she immediately cursed herself for.
“Stupid. You’re being stupid, Ellie. You’re not dying. You’re just... locked. In a church bathroom. On your fiance's c
