Oh, it's Mary, I haven’t seen her in a while now. “Ok, thank you, I will be right out,” I replied to the girl.
I gave myself a once-over at the mirror to be sure my flushed cheeks had receded. Mary could be quite perceptive sometimes, and I didn’t want her asking questions I am not ready to answer. My heart was still pounding far too loudly, and I pressed my palms to the edge of the basin of the bathroom, willing myself to breathe more slowly.
What if she sees straight through me? Anxiety curled through my stomach, tightening with every passing second. I didn't know if I was more afraid of her kindness or her curiosity—either one might break me open.
The thought of having to explain things even I couldn’t name made me suddenly wish I could disappear into the floor. I took one more ste
