I step under the shower. For a moment nothing happens. Then water cascades like rain from the massive showerhead. I lift my face to it, exultant.
Everything’s going to be all right.
I wash myself carefully for him, soaping all the intimate corners of my body that he might want to explore. Then, without warning, the water stutters and turns icy. I shriek and back away.
Emma, a voice says behind me.
I whirl around. What are you doing here? I say. I grab the towel off the rail and wrap it around me. And how did you get in?