Hailey's pov
I didn’t remember unlocking the bathroom door.
I only remembered standing, somehow, legs shaking so badly I had to brace myself against the wall. I shut the water off with fumbling fingers. The silence afterward was loud, ringing in my ears. My clothes clung to me, heavy and cold, every step leaving a wet imprint on the floor as I moved down the hallway.
No one stopped me.
No one asked.
That was almost worse.
I took the back stairs up to my room, avoiding the main hall the way you avoid a wound you don’t want to look at. My hands were numb by the time I reached my door. I locked it behind me, then slid down until my back hit the wood and I was sitting on the floor, knees drawn to my chest.
Only then did I breathe.
I peeled off my soaked clothes with shaking fingers an
