Claire
After three straight hours of driving, we decided to stop, stretch out our legs, plus get coffee and food. I was also in desperate need of a toilet, seeing as it was the second day of my period. I rummaged through my handbag, searching for the new box of tampons that I thought I had thrown in there this morning, only to remember that I left them and other sanitary items in a bag on my nightstand.
Shit!
I run from the bathroom in a panic, looking for Samantha, who I find is at the counter, ordering our food. I don't want to just blurt out my problem in front of a stranger, so I wait until the cashier walks away to get started on our coffee.
"Please tell me you have pads or tampons," I whisper to Samantha, hoping that the old couple behind us didn't hear me. I'm so mortified to e
