Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

“Oil?” Joyce was dumbfounded. “Why would there be oil in front of the restroom?”

“I’ve no idea either, but it definitely feels like it,” Natalie replied tentatively.

“Let me have a look.” Joyce helped her over to the side so that her friend would be able to prop herself up against the wall before she let go. The former then returned to the restroom door before bending down to investigate the floor.

She noticed the glisten of some watery substance near the spot where Natalie had slipped and fallen earlier.

“It is as I have suspected.” The fingers on Natalie’s supporting hand tightened against itself.

Having water outside of the restroom floor was nothing out of the ordinary.

The presence of oil, however, suggested something else. More significant to this discovery was that it was there only when she came out. This was proof of foul play, and she had a good idea of who the culprit might be.

“Let me have a whiff of it, Joyce. I want to know what kind of oil it is!” Natalie said in a low voice.

Joyce nodded. She got to her feet before she extended her finger.

her head, a subtle fragrance hovered near her nostrils. “It’s an essential oil which is used for

type she had noticed on Jasmine. So it would seem that

mounting anger apparent on Natalie’s face as she came over to support the

teeth. “It was Jasmine. She did

her feet. She paused and looked to her friend when something else occurred to her.

told me that she was not going

is too much.” Joyce was shaking with rage by now. “No way we are going to stomach

process is still ongoing. If we were to confront her

as she composed herself. “You may be right. We should return to

“Okay.” Natalie nodded.

way

saw Natalie being helped in,

infuriated that Natalie still

did not elude the attention of Shane in his

were locked onto her feet briefly before he summoned Silas. “Get