"I won't," I say lightly.
I run my hands down his chest but my hand shakes so much that I pull it back quickly before he can notice.
Then I turn and strut into the bathroom.
The door shuts behind me, and the second it does, my smile drops.
My hands brace against the sink as I lean forward, breathing through my nose slowly. My reflection staring back at me.
I turn on the tap, splash cold water onto my wrists, my neck, grounding myself in the shock of it. I stare at the drain until the spinning in my head eases.
You're here. You're in control. One step at a time.
I straighten, wipe my hands on my clothes, and lift my head.
My hands slide down to my thigh, fingers finding the small pouch strapped there beneath the fabric. I hesitate for a while, my pulse stuttering loud in my ears. This wasn't how I imagined today going.
I open the pouch.
