##Chapter 63: Cassidy
Book Two: Don't Leave
Unable to sit still for another second, I shoot out of my seat. The conversation screeches to an abrupt halt as three startled gazes settle on me.
It takes effort to pull my lips into an anemic-looking smile. "I, ah, need to use the bathroom."
"It's through the kitchen and to the right," Thomas directs.
I force myself to take deep, calming breaths before releasing them back into the atmosphere.
A mirthless laugh gurgles up inside, because here I am, using Dr. Thompson's breathing techniques in her own house.
It's just too much.
Finding the bathroom, I lock the door and rush to the sink before running the tap and splashing a handful of cold water onto my face. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut, all the while continuing to inhale and exhale
