Chapter 8 Seven

• After Azalea found herself stuck on the same paragraph her professor had assigned for what felt like forever, she finally gave up and decided a bathroom break was in order. Maybe stepping away would clear her head a little.
• When she got there, she was relieved to find it empty. Setting her bag down on the floor, she turned the tap on and leaned forward, letting the cool water wash over her hands before splashing it onto her face.
• She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, feeling the water dripping down her skin. With her hands resting on the counter, Azalea stared at her reflection in the mirror. The sound of the running water filled the room as she stood there, her thoughts spinning.