Molly
The next night in Molly’s apartment, the box fan in the corner hummed, the steady whir a soft backdrop to the sound of splashing water from the bathroom. Steam curled lazily from the half-full tub, carrying the faint scent of lavender bubble bath.
Scarlett sat in the warm water, chubby legs kicking, cheeks flushed from the heat. Bubbles clung to her hair in lopsided clumps, one sliding down her temple. She slapped her hand against the surface, squealing at the splash that dotted Molly’s shirt.
“Oh, we’re starting that game, huh?” Molly said with a tired smile, catching her daughter’s hand before she could land another splash. She gently ran the washcloth along Scarlett’s arms, then her back, the little girl leaning forward with a soft hum of approval.
Molly slowed her movements,
