A lone tear slipped down my cheeks just as I pushed the bathroom door open. It was silent, and the only thing I could hear was the hum of the vents and my own ragged breathing. I gripped the marble sink until my reflection wasn’t blurry anymore. I wouldn’t cry. Not here.
A janitor came out of one of the stalls, reeking of urine. “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but I’ll have to ask you to use one of the bathrooms downstairs. This bathroom is out of order. The pipes are clogged and everything that’s been flushed is coming back up.”
I scrunched my face in disgust. “Oh I’m sorry, I’ll just be a minute. Thank you.”
He nodded and left the bathroom with his cleaning tools, and then I was alone again.
I took a deep breath and dabbed some water on my face. I was fishing for my lipstick in my purse when I heard a rustle from the door. I looked up to see that it was Naomi. I rolled my eyes and ignored her.
She tutted. “Oohhh, poor little Cassandra. Are you crying in the bathroom, it’s like high school all over again.”
“Leave me alone, Naomi.” I sighed, taking my phone out to try and order an uber.
“Anyway,” she continued. “I just came here to show you that you’ve lost Isaac forever.”