short stories

My hands grabbed the cold sides of the toilet with urgency as I leaned over it to throw up, the repetitive beats of electronic music in the background rumbled in the woman’s bathroom of Le Bain, one of the fanciest nightclubs of Chelsea, in New York City.

They found her body drowned in the bathtub. Ice-cold water was still coming out of the faucet, spilling on the bathroom floor and through the hallway.