“What did you say?” Eve felt ill. She wasn’t thinking clearly. “Sorry, I have to go.”
She turned toward the front exit and stared at it. Looking to see if the waitress was watching, she saw that it was safe. Each foot step felt like her body was moving in slow motion, her shoes filled with lead. But she did reach it. She was there. All she needed to do was push it open.
Eve struggled with the handle and threw her weight against the forbidden door. It was locked. “God! Why?” She tried again, but to no avail. Giving up, she headed for the back of the room where she would find her way out.
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