“Stay there,” Tina said gently. “I’ll let Sergio know.”
Relief washed through Iva so suddenly she nearly cried.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Footsteps retreated.
The restroom door closed again.
Silence returned.
Iva sagged slightly against the wall of the cubicle.
Avalon paced inside her mind, agitated.
Time passed slowly.
Too slowly.
Every few minutes another wave of heat rolled through her body.
Her skin felt overly sensitive.
Her heart beat too fast.
Her senses sharpened.
Even the faint smell of cleaning chemicals in the restroom felt overpowering.
Then the door opened again.
Footsteps.
“Iva?”
Tina.
“I’m here,” Iva replied weakly.
Tina stopped outside the cubicle.
“I talked to Sergio,” she said. “He told me to tell you to take the rest of the day off.”
Iva blinked.
