Iris's POV

I walked out of the bathroom with the campus noise rushing back in around me and somehow kept moving.

The next lecture hall was already half full when I slipped into a seat near the back and opened my notebook, wrote the date, and stared at the blank lines underneath like they might eventually fill themselves in. The professor started talking, something about case studies and pack law precedents,and I angled my pen against the page so it looked like I was following. Every few minutes my stomach gave that slow, oily warning turn and I had to freeze until it passed. The garlic smell from earlier still...