The towel clung to my wet skin, one tied casually over my head, wrapping my wet hair perfectly. Droplets of water escaped from under it, dropping onto my shoulders.
I heaved almost too loudly. Shaky fingers adjusting the towel over my head, somehow I had managed to move past the sobs. It almost felt like a sin, like I was betraying Mia, maybe Sara too. I couldn't bring myself to tell myself I was comforted by him.
I watched my phone ring twice more after the first, but I couldn't pick up, silencing it each time it buzzed. I knew how bothered Sara would be now, I was going to text her once I stepped out of the shower.
Hand grasping the towel around my head, making sure it touched every strand of wet hair, the slippers clicked softly as I entered the room. There he sat in the armchair, on
