Matt didn’t know how much time he spent standing in the shower, but a cool draft wafted into the bathroom whenever the air conditioner clicked on in the bedroom, and the cold air slipped through the shower curtain to twine around his wet legs. His hands were full of shampoo that he had lathered into his curls and then seemed to have forgotten how to rinse out. Suds and water sluiced off his body, splashing to the tub below. The screams and cries Jordan made at first had faded, and were now reduced to mere mutterings Matt couldn’t understand.
A shadow darkened the shower curtain, then Vic called out, “Matty?”
“Yeah.”
One corner of the curtain pulled back to expose Vic. His hands were slick with lubricant and something that might have been blood, Matt wasn’t sure. It was watered down,
