I waited a minute, staring at the phone and willing for it to buzz. Nothing. I sighed and continued to the washroom stall.
The door opened and Noah called in, “Anna? You okay?”
“Geez, Noah!” I shouted. “I’m not planning an escape. I’ll come out when I’m ready to be monitored again.” Rage boiled inside of me. What do they honestly think is going to happen in here? There’s not even a window for Pete’s sake!
When my phone buzzed, I hurried out to the sinks to read my text as butterflies danced inside of me.