Chapter 37 Are you hiding something from me?

George’s POV…

I pace back and forth outside the restroom, the corridor seeming to close in around me as my mind spirals with worry and apprehension. Each passing moment feels like an eternity, amplifying the sense of unease that courses through my veins.

My eyes dart toward the closed door, longing for it to swing open and reveal Vivian unharmed and well. The distant murmur of voices and laughter from the party seep into my consciousness, but it feels distant and muffled, overshadowed by the intensity of my concerns.

I can't shake the nagging feeling that something is amiss and that Vivian's sudden discomfort holds a deeper significance. My thoughts swirl in a constant battle between fear and reassurance, teetering on the edge of rationality.

My hands fidget nervously, my fingers anxiously tapping against my thigh as I attempt to quell the rising tide of anxiety within me. I mentally rehearse various scenarios, searching for plausible explanations to put my mind at ease.

Perhaps it is