She would have taken her there and then, a quick act of sheer need, sheer desperation that would have hurt not only her but Astrid too. She was in no mood to be gentle and kind. She was consumed with anger and contempt for herself for failing to find her brother. Astrid didn't deserve kindness from her wife, or from anyone at the moment.
She dunked down in the water to soak her hair and came up sputtering, then grabbed the soap on top of the stack of the towels and scrubbed. She doubted she could rid herself of all the filth. Astrid felt as if it had crept into her flesh and become part of her, and no matter how hard she tried, she'd never be fully clean.
She couldn't stand the thought that her brother continued to live such a degrading life. Astrid shook her head and dropped her face
