She began to breathe harder as Heather opened the bathroom door.
“What’s wrong?” Danielle asked stepping away from the sink as she dried her hands with a paper towel.
“She’s scared.” Heather said, as Ella had stopped walking and stood transfixed to the spot.
“Of what?”
“The bathroom.” Heather replied.
“Uhh, what, why? That’s weird.” Danielle said.
Ella could feel hot tears begin to prickle in her eyes. All she had to do was walk in and sit on the toilet. She had done it a million times in her life, so why?
“Aww honey, it’s okay.” Heather said lifting her up. She was astonished at how light she was. “It’s okay, you don’t have to worry about this right now.” Heather whispered. Ella buried her face in Heather’s shoulder and let out silent sobs. “Can you go get us a table please, I’m just going to take Ella outside for a minute.”