Viola 

      

    He was following me. I could feel it. I felt his eyes on my back, his presence coating my skin like it was the goddamn air I breathed. How was it possible for me to be able to feel him as if he were still a part of me after we’d been apart for so long?  

    My pulse raced, my heart beating rapidly with every step I took. It was working just as he said it would. 

    I pushed open the door to the ladies’ room, and as the door swung back, he knocked it open behind me, the door slamming into the wall.  

    The woman in front of...