“I’m just going to clean up,” Amelia said, forcing a casual tone as she excused herself. She headed toward the restroom, her steps quick but measured, every nerve in her body on high alert. She knew she had to make it look like everything was normal.
Inside the restroom, Amelia took a deep breath, splashing cold water on her face as she tried to calm her racing heart. She dabbed at her clothes, pretending to focus on the stain, but her mind was locked on whether her cry for help had been understood.