Thirty-Six

ZORA'S POV

I felt the bile rise and clog my throat as I made a mad dash for the restroom. I could barely see the door knob. Before I could attempt to reach it, the door was jerked open. That was the first indication I got of the fact that I was being followed.

I looked around wildly, caught a flash of white, rushed towards it, and bent over it, just as the bile rushed up my throat and out of my mouth in a flood I could not control. It kept coming in floods, making me feel like my guts were being wrenched from the inside out.

I felt warm, strong hands descend on my back and rub it in soothing circular motions. I would know the feel and texture of those hands anywhere and could identify the perfume he always wore. Elliot continuously murmured words of sympathy.

Gradually, I began to feel better as the feeling of nausea passed. With a shaky hand, I turned on the faucet and rinsed my mouth several times to take the bitter taste out of my mouth.

I let the water run for a while and t