The intermittent dripping of water from the faucet, and Genevieve's semi-heavy breathing were the only sounds resonating along the walls of the ladies restroom. The grip her palms had on the edges of the bowl sink seemed to tighten by every second that passed. She couldn't realize how painfully firm her hold had gotten, because she was too engrossed in staring at a woman in the mirror.
That woman glared back with a soul-rattling intensity. Raw anger shone through her eyes. It was so raw, that it could possibly kill if she looked for far too long at someone. While there were several emotions that simmered in her gaze, just one was prominent. The evident fury was directed towards several places, and it did include herself, but it was mainly aimed at one and only one person.