My period came out last night. Just a single, stupid drop after a whole week of waiting for it. And since that one drop last night, there’s been nothing.
My stomach caves in with panic.
I take the clean pad out and flush it down the toilet, washing my hands in the tap.
I quickly shut the bathroom door and rush back outside.
I sit back down and my masseur starts again on my feet.
“What the heck did you go to do?” Zara asks, her eyes closed in bliss.
“My period is acting weird,” I tell her, keeping my voice low.
“First, it was a week late. Then it finally came out last night, but it was just one drop. And since last night… till now, nothing.”
“Stress!” Zara screams, like she’s diagnosing a disease.
“Mine skips whenever I’m stressed.”
She suddenly starts counting on her fingers.
