Erin’s POV
The cold from the bathroom floor bit into my knees. I didn’t know how long I’d been here. All I knew was that Carlos hadn’t come back.
He was probably still downstairs.
Talking to her.
My head rested against my arms around the toilet. I had nothing left to throw up, but my stomach still cramped every few minutes like my body hadn’t worked that out yet.
My stomach jumped. My body leaning forward as I heaved up nothing.
I shut my eyes, pressing my forehead back against my arms.
How could I have been so stupid?
‘Erin,’ Blue growled. She’d been quiet for so long; her voice made me jump. ‘He’s coming.’
A soft knock against the bathroom door a second later.
“Erin?”
I didn’t move.
“Are you okay?” The bathroom door handle moved. “Erin!”
I was glad there was a door between u
