Chapter 265
The locker room was quiet now.
Monica was gone. The door had swung shut behind her, leaving only the hum of fluorescent lights and the distant murmur of the hospital.
I stood there, frozen.
My hands were still wet from the sink. The water had gone cold. I hadn't noticed.
Whatever I said, it won't change anything.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Pale face. Dark circles. Eyes that had seen too much.
Monica is just going to hate me.
The thought settled in my chest like a stone. Heavy. Cold. Immovable.
But I refused to let it bother me. Hatred only destroyed the person who carries it.
I had seen it before. Hatred didn't punish the other person. It punished the one who hold it.
I dried my hands. Slow. Deliberate. I folded the paper towel neatly and dropped it into the bin.
I couldn't control others. But, I could control myself.
I straightened my coat. I tidied up my scarf. I looked at my reflection one last time.
