After Five Years
There was only one wooden door that couldn’t close tightly.
I stared at the building, anxiety creeping back in. “It’s quite simple,” I said, trying to calm myself.
“Yes, but it serves its purpose,” Julien replied. “And I’ll wait right here.”
“Thank you,” I replied, feeling grateful. He stood near the door, looking ready in case I needed help.
A large bucket of water and a scoop were visible inside when I peeked in.
I took a deep breath. Okay, Aisha. This is just a toilet. You can open a human chest in the operating room; how can you be scared of using a toilet like this?