ASYA’S POV
I stand in the middle of the shower stall, staring at the two bottles on the corner shelf. The black one, Pasha’s body wash, has been there since I arrived. Woodsy, with a hint of citrus and sage. The only one, until now.
Next to it sits a new bottle. Pink. Flowers on the label. Pasha must have left it for me.
I reach toward it, but anxiety spikes in my chest. My hand recoils. I glance back at the black bottle. Panic rises. My hand falls uselessly to my side. Fifteen minutes pass. I watch the bottles, gritting my teeth until my jaw aches. Finally, I snatch both and hurl them against the wall. They clatter to the floor.
A bang echoes on the door.
“Asya!”
I press my back against the tiles, breathing shallow. This is the first time I’ve tried showering alone. Earlier, I had p
