Suspicions in the Hallway

Dorcas rushed down the hallway with one hand clamped over her mouth, moving so fast she nearly hit the wall before she caught herself. Her stomach rolled violently. She pushed the bathroom door open, dropped to her knees, and barely made it to the toilet before the nausea tore out of her.

She gagged again, gripping the toilet seat until her fingers went numb.

Footsteps padded quickly behind her. Then Ayisha’s voice, soft at first, then sharper with ...