Rafe's nose wrinkles, his confusion visibly deepening, but I don't have time to explain it to him. My stomach lurches.

"Bathroom!" I say again, desperately, and his eyes finally seem to register some understanding. He steps back and points to a door on the far side of the room.

"Over there."

I run. The dress falls down around my waist, but thankfully it's still zipped enough to stay up around my hips. I barely make it to the toilet before everything ...