Vivian rushed into the rest room, slamming the door so hard the walls seemed to vibrate with her anguish. Her legs buckled beneath her as she fell to the cold floor, her chest heaving as though her lungs were fighting for air.
The tears came in torrents, hot and relentless, carving burning trails down her cheeks. She pressed her trembling fingers against her temples, trying to block out the cruel voices that seemed to echo inside her skull.
"No. No, no, no!" she whimpered, shaking her head violently as she pressed her hands against her ears, desperate to drown out the memories that clawed their way to the surface. But the past was merciless.
Genevieve's voice echoed first, sharp and venomous, tearing into her like claws. “She's just a fat b***h! Look at you, Vivian. A woman your age wit
