Alina stood up abruptly, the wristwatch still clutched in her hand.

Lorraine looked up from her seat, surprised. "Where are you going?"

"I… I just need to go," Alina said, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Wait, what? Is something wrong? You haven’t even had lunch..."

"I’m fine," Alina cut in, a little too quickly. Her voice was firm, but her steps were uneven as she headed for the door.

Lorraine followed her to the hallway. "Alina, talk to me. Did I say ...