Sarah yells out, raising her body close to the surface, and digs her nails into the tub, letting out a sob. The water splashes out all around them. She squeezes out tears. They run down the sides of her face into her ears, mixing with the sweat. Water floods the floor around the tub, soaking into her hair.
Peter pulls his hand back, staring at the tears running down her face. He is only halfway through cleaning this knee.
Sarah breathes heavy and talks through clenched teeth. “Keep going.” She cuts half-open eyes at him, grinding her teeth.
Peter tears up, blinking them back, and sniffles, wiping the escaping tears on his shoulder. Turning back to her knee, he clears his throat, moving the rag over the yellow again.
Sarah hollers out, grinding her teeth, and grabs his thigh. She digs h
