Not needing an embossed invitation for this little party, my heels click across the floor as I make my way to an open stall door, locking it behind me.
Keep it together, Payton.
I press my butt to the door and bend forward, careful not to spill my full glass.
In my newly found privacy, I let my breath hitch.
Just once.
Get home. Get home, then you can lose it as much as you want. You can cry until you throw up if you want. But not until you get home.
The bathroom is so fancy the stall has a shelf attached to the wall, rather than a hook on the door, for your purse or jacket. I set my drink on the shelf, then slip my phone out of my purse and open the Uber app.
It only takes me a few seconds to request a ride, and luckily, it’s a busy time of night so lots of cars are available. I se
