Katherine's POV
I needed a break. If someone else brought another gift and gushed about how worried they were for my belly because I didn't show up for lunch, I might go crazy.
My desk and the floor underneath it were filled with gifts that I could barely work or move a leg without rustling items. I made my way to the restroom, needing space to myself.
I sagged in relief the moment I went into one of the stalls, feeling the isolation healing my frayed mind.
I breathed in, gulping much needed air like I was suffering a panic attack. With what I had suffered recently, I felt I was close to having an attack anyways.
I heard the door open and winced, hating that my bubble of relief was about to burst. I didn't know who had joined me and didn't want to go out and have them fuss over me again, wondering if I had eaten something that didn't sit right with me.
