CHAPTER FIVE A couple days later
Hot water sprayed from the showerhead, pelting the tiled wall and slicking the inside of the tub. Slowly, a fog manifested that rolled across the floor and up the walls, bringing up the temperature. Kreon stood before the medicine cabinet’s mirror, looking over his reflection. His form shined from the humidity inside of the bathroom. The young man was as naked as the day his mother had pushed him from out of her womb into this God forsaken world. Never would he begin to think that he would face all that he had in the twenty something odd years he’d been alive. If you would have told him that he’d survive all that he did, he wouldn’t believe you either. But, here he was, living proof of
