Chapter 2
Phillip Brewer
Phillip gazed around the tiny bathroom. Everything was in place. Not that there was much to prepare, but he wanted a few nice things for comfort and atmosphere, because why not? No reason he couldn’t have a lovely scented bath bomb in the tub of hot water, was there? No reason he couldn’t have the harsh lights turned off and a few candles burning on the edge of the sink, right?
The hard lines of the razor blade seemed out of place amid the pretty array of candles, but there wasn’t much he could do about that. So, yeah. Everything was ready.
Why, then, couldn’t he bring himself to turn the knob and fill the tub?
While the pain wasn’t unbearable to the point where he was doubled over groaning at all times—at least not with his meds—it was continually noticeable
