Tabitha’s POV

For a second, I freeze. Her reflection is pale under the harsh fluorescent lights. I can’t help but notice the dark circles under her eyes, they almost look like bruises from where I’m standing. Also, is it just me or is she thinner than the last time I saw her?

Pulling myself together, I evert my gaze and keep my focus on the faucet, quickly rinse my hands, and reach for a paper towel. Melanie, Elsie, and Evelyn are still in the cubicles. It’s just us.

Yeah, I need to get out of here. It’s never a good idea to be in the same space as this girl....