Chris’s POV
Taking a moment to compose myself, I stepped into the lavishly decorated bathroom, the opulence of the surroundings providing a clear contrast to the thoughts swirling in my mind.
There was a guy who was washing his hands but he soon walked out of the room. Besides him, no one was in here with me. I locked the door once he was out, and I knew that no one would really care or might not even notice because there were a lot of other bathrooms in the building.
With trembling fingers, I retrieved my phone from my pocket, a sense of urgency pushing me to reach out to my wife.
Dialing her number, I waited anxiously as the phone rang, each passing second feeling like an eternity. My heart raced in my chest, anticipation and apprehension warring within me as I prayed for her to pick up.
But sadly, that did not happen. I tried calling a few more times but it was the same result. I sighed shakily and ran my hand through my hair.
The bathroom was really clean and smelled good so
