Kimberly
I walked slowly toward the bathroom, my bare feet brushing against the cool wooden floor, the silence of the room pressing down on me like a weighted blanket. The soft hum of the distant wind outside was the only sound that dared to break the stillness. Kendrick was still on the couch, lost in his digital world, oblivious or perhaps intentionally indifferent to my presence.
I pushed the bathroom door open and let it close behind me with a soft click. The air inside was warm and slightly misty, remnants of my shower from earlier still lingering. The scent of jasmine soap clung stubbornly to the walls, a weak attempt at comfort in this space that felt more like a sanctuary than a necessity.
Leaning against the sink, I caught my reflection in the mirror. My eyes, shadowed and tir
