Caught on the Counter

***Bryony Hinsley POV***

The hot water beats down on my tired shoulders, washing away the grease and exhaustion of the day, but it does nothing to soothe the frantic buzzing in my skull. A low whining drifts through the thick steam filling the bathroom. I wipe the water from my eyes, pushing my wet hair back, and shove the glass door open a crack. The massive stray dog sits right outside the show