Willow
I shut off the hot spray of water and step out of the shower cubicle, walking over to the fogged-up mirror by the sink.
I swiped at it, staring at my reflection for a second before grabbing a fluffy white towel to wrap around me and then a smaller one, using it to dry the wet strands on my hair glued to my back.
I walk out of the bathroom some time after, clad in a fluffy bathrobe, my hair still damp from the shower but no longer dripping, as I decided to leave it to air dry.
Cami's holding the TV remote, flipping through the channels as she sits on the bed with her back against the headboard, clutching a fluffy white pillow to her front.
"It's almost bedtime," I murmur, and she finally turns to acknowledge me, pausing her scrolling when it gets to a news channel.
"Okay mom, b
