Page 85 of Love Undiscovered
He hesitates, then lets go of my arm, and I work my way through the crowd as best I can. I need to get away. I can’t stand to look at him another minute. Or maybe it’s that I can’t stand to have him see me for another minute.
Either way.
The line at the women’s bathroom is at least twenty deep.
Fuck.
Then I remember a small unisex bathroom backstage near the room where we’d met the band, so I head toward the back. My chest grows tight.
Holy fuck, am I going to cry?
Jesus Christ.
You’re so weak, Remi.
The guy guarding the hallway remembers me from earlier and lets me by with hardly a second glance.
Again, the perks of knowing the band. I turn back, but don’t see Chance behind me.
Of course.
I mean, why would he follow me when his wife is here. My gaze blurs and I can’t quite catch my breath.
Fuck.
I look around, trying to find the fucking door before I lose it completely.
Ohmigod.
So. Fucking. Stupid.
Never trust anyone.
I find the door, lock myself in the bathroom, and prepare to cry for the first time in over twenty-five years.
