Desmond's POV
As I stepped out of the bathroom, a wave of unease washed over me. Mary stood there, her presence unexpected and unsettling. The look on her face was inscrutable, leaving me to wonder if she had overheard us. Fear gripped my heart as I tried to decipher her expression, but it was as if she was caught in a state of indecision, unsure of how to approach the situation.
Did she hear us? The question echoed in my mind, intensifying my anxiety. I desperately hoped that she hadn't, that our secret remained hidden within the confines of that bathroom. Yet, a part of me couldn't shake the nagging doubt. If Mary had truly heard something, surely she would have burst into the bathroom to investigate.
I watched as Mary hesitated, her eyes shifting from me to the closed bathroo
