101

ADELINE

I step out of the shower and breathe in the steam like it’s medicine. The quiet hum of the water still in the pipes, the fogged-up mirror — it’s the first real silence I’ve had all day.

And then I catch my reflection.

Christ.

I look like I’ve been through a war. Probably because I have. A mopstick war. With a deranged man-child who broke in through the window like this was Mission: Goddamn