ELLA
With that, I walked toward the closet, picked up my clothes, and headed for the bathroom. At this point, I didn’t want to think or speak anymore. I simply wanted to feel the calming effect of being in the tub and stay there until I was relaxed.
Hopefully, Quincy would be asleep by the time I got out. This was the first time we were having a misunderstanding, and I wasn’t sure I could even call it an argument.
I hadn’t given it room to fester or turn into something that would set off a heated exchange. I genuinely wasn’t interested in exchanging words with anyone else—I had done enough of that during that unwelcome visitation—and I preferred to enjoy some silence instead.
I got into the tub and closed my eyes as the water touched my skin. For the first time that evening, I finally
