Victoria stood inside the washroom stall, her back against the cold partition, staring at nothing.
What is he doing here again?
She had told herself she wouldn't have to see him. That had been the one thing keeping her upright the quiet certainty that their paths wouldn't cross, that the building was large enough, the departments separate enough, that Alexander would remain nothing more than a name on a floor she didn't work on. And yet there he was. Strolling through the office like he owned it, which, in a manner of speaking, she supposed he did.
Her phone buzzed.
She looked down. A notification to the clinic. She opened it and felt her stomach drop before she'd even finished reading. Her appointment had been pushed back. She pressed the phone to her ear immediately, her jaw tight.
