When Reyna doesn’t answer when I knock again, a twinge of panic twists my stomach. I try the handle, but the door is locked. “Woman, open this door.” Nothing.
I rattle the handle. “You’ve got five seconds!” Still nothing.
My brain presents me with a series of awful images, starting with a weeping Reyna sitting on the toilet with her head in her hands and accelerating directly to her lying naked in a pool of blood, her wrists slit, her skin blue, and her eyes wide open as they stare sightlessly at the ceiling.
My heart pounding and my breath coming fast, I rear back and give the door a hard kick.
It flies open and slams against the wall with a crash.
Wrapped in a towel, Reyna leans against the bathroom sink, filing her nails and smiling at me.
“I wondered how long that would take you.
