She had paced in the flat, feeling sick, for what felt like hours. What if, what if… She was shaking, and went back and forth, over and over.
I have to tell him. If he finds out and I hadn’t told him, he’ll be furious…
Or maybe he won’t care, maybe it won’t matter, maybe I shouldn’t say anything.
I can’t go there, I can’t..
Eventually, she had to pull herself together, and took a deep breath, shutting her eyes, and focusing. She imagined herself, appearing in his office, her stomach fluttering, breathing shaky, and, in a second, felt the floor change under her feet.
She didn’t dare open her eyes, regretting it instantaneously. But it was too late to do anything now. She was there.