Her chest still heaving, Darcy paused in front of her and Rachel’s bedroom door, her hand outstretched, just mere inches away from the doorknob. She couldn’t go in there, not like this. Rachel would take one look at her and know something was wrong, and she wasn’t ready to tell her what had just happened. Turning, she looked down the hall. She could hear Mark cleaning up in the kitchen, which meant she still had a few minutes to decide what she was going to do. She could go to Danny’s room, but she had a feeling that Danny wouldn’t commiserate with her like she used to. That left the bathroom. As long as Rachel and Danny didn’t need the bathroom anytime soon, she could take as long as she wanted to calm herself down and figure out what her next plan of action would be.
Taking a second or
