Thirty minutes later, I’m about to go out of my mind. My throat aches and my fists are red from pounding on the door. I want to burst into tears. Where is Andy? What is going on here? Just when I feel like I’m about to lose my mind, I hear a voice from the other side of the door. “Nina?” “Andy!” I cry. “Thank God! I got locked in here! Didn’t you hear me screaming?” There’s a long silence on the other side of the door. “Yes. I did.”
