Beth reached for the soap dispenser.
“What were you thinking?” A distressed voice echoed from the other side of the restroom wall.
“He loves me! I know he does. He told me so.”
“Oh? And did he tell you this before or after you…gave in to him?”
Beth’s hands froze as soap oozed into her hand. The question was met with sniffling. Beth didn’t mean to eavesdrop, she was simply stunned.
The first voice continued. “He’s is an engaged man, Lana! Do you realize you might be pregnant? And, if you are, I seriously doubt that Kyle would ever acknowledge the child as his. He has his image to uphold.”
“But, he doesn’t love her. He‘s going to break off their engagement. He promised…"
Kyle…Lana…Beth’s mind began to whir, tuning out any further audible words. Visions of secret looks passing between the two over the past several months filtered through her brain. Dear God! No! It can’t be! She can’t be talking about my Kyle. It must be somebody else.
An overwhelming wave of nausea came over her.
Not until the door clicked shut and silence filled the room did Beth realize her hands still hovered over the bathroom sink, trembling and dripping with liquid soap. Taking a deep breath, she washed them methodically, working to calm her racing heart. She wanted to flee to her apartment, but it was her turn to work in the church nursery.
Praying for strength, Beth managed to get through the evening before making her escape.
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