Sansa's POV
I'm trying so hard to steady my breath, but nothing seems to be working as I walk down the hallway. My pulse is hammering so loudly I can barely hear my own thoughts.
Every step feels shaky, unsteady, like the floor might give out beneath me. The moment I reach the restroom, I push inside and shut the door quickly, almost slamming it.
When I notice no one is inside, I turn and lock the door with my trembling fingers. But even with the lock in place, my paranoia spikes.
I feel the need to double-check, to be absolutely sure that I'm alone. So I start opening the toilet stall doors one by one, my movements are oddly frantic and desperate. But when you're in a position like mine, we'll, you just have to be sure. Each stall is empty.
Good. Thank God.
I'm thankful no one is here because I can't afford anyone seeing me like this and spreading rumors I don't want out there. People already talk enough. I don't need fuel added to the fire.
