I couldn't breathe. My heart stopped. I was staring at Mom through the glass. Waiting for the scream, the shock, the horror.
Jax's hand still on my hip, holding me still. Water still running, steam, complete exposure. This is it. We're caught. It's over.
Mom's face was visible through the clear glass. She was looking in our direction. Eyes sweeping across the bathroom area. Expression casual, unhurried, normal.
Her eyes passed over the shower. But they didn't stop. Didn't focus. Didn't register.
Then the sound. She heard the water. The shower running clearly now. Her expression changed slightly, realization.
"Oh!" Her voice, muffled through glass but audible.
She turned away immediately. Didn't look back at the bathroom. Started walking toward the door.
"Sorry sweetie! Didn't realiz
