Bernard still has no clear idea of what happened in the restroom. He had been standing with Marissa’s purse, expecting her to come out. Knowing that she would want to leave immediately when she got back. He had his eyes on the direction of the place she had departed from when he heard it.

The girlish squeal

The fact that he had realized instantly that the voice didn’t belong to Marissa hadn’t stopped him from leaping from his spot and rushing to the place where the sound had come from. True enough, it had been from the restroom. He saw some ladies scurrying out of the restroom as a bouncer...