LILIANA
The water fills to the brim in the bath-tub, almost spilling over with bubbles. I watch from the door as Rachael turns off the faucet and pours in some essential oils from the vials lined up on the counter.
I’m somewhere else in my head, miles and miles away from reality. I could’ve died alongside her, but she chose to save me. Thinking about it makes my stomach churn with unease, yet gratitude.
“With all that has happened, I’m sure you’d like to soak in—” she notices me. “We will miss her dearly, of course. She was like the little sister I never had.”
I sigh, pulling the bathrobe tighter around me. “She didn’t deserve that.”
“None of us do but here we are, taking s**t we don’t plan for.” She laughs bitterly, wiping her wet hands with a napkin. Her first statement throws me of
