LILITH
“Are you okay?”
Freya’s voice pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts. I blinked and found her waving a hand in front of my face.
I forced a weak smile. “I’m fine.”
Her frown deepened. “But your face looks so pale—”
“I’m really fine,” I cut in quickly. “My stomach just feels a little uncomfortable, that’s all.”
I hesitated, then added, “Can you show me to the restroom?”
“Of course.”
We stepped out of her office, her heels clicking lightly on the hallway floor.
“I’ll be waiting right outside,” she said when we arrived. “If you still feel unwell, call for me.”
Worry lingered in her eyes.
She probably thought I was on my period or something. The thought made me smile faintly, my heart warming despite my unease.
“Okay. Thank you.”
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Inside, I turned on the faucet and spla
