SAGE
A guard followed me out the door of the ballroom. Surely he wouldn’t follow me into the bathroom?
I guessed correct. The guard stopped at the door.
“I’ll be a few minutes,” I said. I glanced sideways at him as I pushed through the doorway, and whispered, “It’s number two.”
I could barely keep my voice steady at the thought of what I’m actually about to do.
No amount of me wanting to meet my father, or desiring to see Finn alive again, would keep me from doing this now.
Not after what they just said in that ballroom.