Kayla
"Kayla! Kayla!"
Damien’s voice finally pierced the thick, suffocating fog in my mind. I barely heard him; it was like listening to a recording playing at the bottom of a deep well.
Without a word of explanation, I shoved my chair back and stood up so abruptly it screeched against the floor. I bolted for the restroom, ignoring his voice calling my name over and over as I pushed past the other diners.
Once I was safely behind the locked stall door, my hands shook so violently I nearly dropped my phone. My thumb hovered over the screen, the bank app glaring back at me. With a few frantic taps, I initiated the transfer—twenty thousand dollars vanished from my account in an instant. I leaned my forehead against the cold metal partition, my chest heaving as I tried to pull in air that
