Six

I waited patiently by the door, the ticking of my watch echoing in my ears as I counted each passing second.

Arabella was supposed to be out here by now. I mean, how long did it take to go to the restroom?

I did mental mathematics, five minutes? Ten? There was no telling what women were up to inside the restroom, but she had taken unusually long.

I drew closer, my eyes flickering to the ladies’ sign on the door, the only thing preventing me from barging in.

“Arabella,” I called softly.

When I didn’t get an answer, my voice became louder. “Arabella!” But there was no response. My...