Walking into the apartment on Saturday night, my eyes caught on the unfolded pages of a letter open on the kitchen counter.
Curiosity piqued, I made a mental note to ask Mom about it.
If I'd known what it was, I would have ripped it to pieces and thrown it away.
Back in my room, I dumped my bag and grabbed a change of clothes. After a full shift at the store, all I wanted was to wash the retail stench off of my skin.
"Hey!" I called out, heading for the bathroom, "I'm going to take a shower, okay?"
Mom's voice came, soft and muffled from her bedroom. "Okay, hun."
Under the hot spray, I felt the tensions of the day melting away. Taking my time, I ran my lathered bath pouf over my skin, thinking about the shower I'd taken this morning.
Or rather, the shower we'd taken...
A shiver rac
