“Zizi?”

“Zizi, my sweetie, my sweetheart?”

“Are you okay in there?”

Ben's repeated calls successfully snapped Elzi out of her deep thoughts. She blinked and looked toward the bathroom door, where Ben's incessant knocking hadn't stopped.

“Elzi Amelia Collins?”

Elzi swallowed. “Y-yes?”

“Are you okay in there?”

Well, Elzi didn't even know if she was okay or not. If trembling, a racing heart, cold sweat, and difficulty breathing were the criteria for being okay, then of course Elzi was okay right now.

“I-I'm okay, Ben.”

Elzi grabbed the edge of the sink and dramatically closed her eyes. She was not even sure what she was saying, and neither was Ben....