I started to get worried after Paige had been gone for ten minutes. I mean, how long does it take a girl to go to the bathroom?
I mulled over my recent connection and was suddenly hit by a panic attack. When I’d had that look in my eyes, I lost my will to live. I’d tried to commit suicide.
Unthinkingly, I stood and strode down the crampt aisle to the bathroom Paige had disappeared into. I nearly lost my balance when the plane jolted a little. I banged on the door, a little louder than necessary, drawing some annoyed looks from the two front rows of passengers.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Paige’s tired voice emenated curiously from the room. It sounded metalic, hard. She slid the door open and froze, staring at me.
“You took ten minutes,” I said, realizing afterward I sounded acusatory, not concerned.
“So?” she said, her eyes hard as flint. She crossed her arms across her chest, and I noticed she had goosebumps. For God’s sake, all she was wearing was a tank top. She must be cold.