C90 What is wrong with you, woman?

Cathleen's heels clacked a sharp beat as she burst into the restroom, her breath hitching in her chest. The air was sterile, untouched by life. Stall doors stood open under harsh fluorescent lights, revealing emptiness and silence. No rustle of clothing, no sign of occupancy. Alone.

Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, matching the chaos inside her