Five Years Ago, Casey
Once Leanna is sure no one else is in the bathroom, she turns to face me. Her brows are furrowed with confusion.
"Were you alone?" she asks. Still suspicious.
It's such a simple question. But something about the way she says it makes my stomach twist.
"Yes," I say quickly. "Why are you asking that?"
"Why did you close the door then?"
I hesitate, only for a second.
"I think it locked by itself. My stomach was… I wasn't feeling well. It hit me all of a sudden and I— I had an issue in there." I gesture vaguely toward the stall, hoping the discomfort in my voice sells the lie. "I don't want to get into it."
She watches me. I can't tell what she's thinking.
"I heard you banging on the door, and I wondered why you couldn't get in, so I forced myself to open it." I continue.
"You sure?" she asks again, quieter this time, but firmer.
