Joelien Point of View
The shower had been running long enough to fill the bathroom with a thick, impenetrable fog when Joelien finally stepped under the spray and let out a slow, measured breath. She’d told herself it would be quick—just a rinse, a wash, and she’d be out. Josh wouldn't be home for another hour at least, and she thought a good shower would scrub away the fatigue of the day before she had to be anything for anyone else.
She worked the shampoo through her red hair, her fingers moving in slow, methodical circles against her scalp.
The water was hot, almost stinging, just the way she liked it, and the tension she hadn't even noticed carrying in her shoulders began to uncoil. She tipped her head back, closing her eyes as the spray hit her face, running in rivulets over her
