Noah’s fingers dug into my wrist. I stroked his hair, trying to calm him even though my own hands were shaking uncontrollably.
The bathroom handle jerked violently. “Rachel,” Daniel called. The fake tenderness he normally used was gone.
“Open the door.” I said nothing. The handle rattled harder. “I know you’re in there.”
The woman spoke again. This time her voice trembled. “Daniel, maybe we should go.”
“Be quiet.” His palm slammed against the door…. PART 2 AND FULL STORY CLICK THE LINK IN THE COMMENT, See less
