I stumbled out of the trailer as if I'd been shoved.
The door shut behind me with a soft click that sounded far too loud. The garden was still there—the people, the cables, the midday sun—but it felt unreal, like I had stepped into the wrong version of the world.
My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs.
What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck!
I pressed my hand hard against my mouth, holding back the thoughts I was afraid might spill out loud. Every nerve ending in my body was screaming, still vibrating from the heat of the trailer, but it was the lingering sensation on my tongue that had me spiraling.
I turned sharply and walked, almost running, pushing the restless crowd—something must have happened—but I wasn't in a state to focus.
I reached the communal restrooms near the edge of the set and practically kicked the door in.
Cold water. I needed cold.
