“Oh,” she said. Her voice was quiet but audible. “There you are.” Like I’d been lost. Misplaced, only now turning up, like a sock you find long after you’ve assumed it was eaten by the dryer. I didn’t say anything, too distracted by a rising panic. I’d picked my spot because it was secluded, faced the wall, and was tucked away from everything, the same reasons it was the last place you wanted to find yourself trapped.
