POV: BeatrixI stared at the tissue hovering under the door. My chest was still heaving from crying so hard. I slowly reached out with a shaking hand and took it."Thank you," I whispered, my voice sounding rough and broken."You are welcome," a small, high voice said from the other side of the door. "You can come out now. The loud people are not here."I wiped my wet face and blew my nose. Then I took a deep breath, before unlocking the door.A little girl stood by the long row of white sinks. She looked to be about eight years old and wore a very expensive, dark blue velvet dress with a stiff white collar. Her dark hair was tied back in a neat, perfect braid and she had big, round, light gray eyes but they didn't look normal and playful like a typical child. Hers were totally calm, serious eyes, like a tiny adult.I felt completely embarrassed. I was a grown ass woman crying on the floor in front of a child. I walked over to the sink, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water
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