Adelyn didn't know how, but somehow, she managed to find the restroom.
The fluorescent lights felt too bright, and the marble tiles too cold.
Holding onto the sink counter, she tried to steady herself, but the restlessness inside her only grew —tightening and spreading through her veins like something alive.
For a brief second, she almost surrendered to it.
Her fingers moved instinctively, sliding toward the edge of her sleeve —
But the next moment, she froze.
Realization stuck her.
She gripped the fabric tightly instead, knuckles whitening as she shook her head.
"No … no, Adelyn. You need to … get a grip."
Her voice trembled.
She turned on the tap. Water rushed out in a steady stream. She shoved her hands beneath it, feeling the sting of cold against her overheated skin.
Then she splashed her face.
Once.
Twice.
Again.
Beads of water clung to her lashes, trailing down her cheeks. The shock forced her breathing to slow.
