Then he leaned over and turned the taps back on to refill it with clean water. He reached over to a shelf beside the tub and poured some lavender scented foam bath in. He pulled me back against his chest and leaned back in the water against the back of the tub. By this time I had stopped with the tears but still had the shudders.
He let the tub fill and then we soaked for a while, not talking, I was just listening to the sizzle of the bubbles on our skin and the sound of crickets and frogs outside. I started to feel like I was sinking into sleep against him but then he nudged me to let him out.
I leaned forward, “We’re both washed clean, okay?” he said. I looked back over my shoulder at him. By the look on his face I think he saw this as monumental, almost like a baptism, for both of
