No

The water burns. I look down at my feet, noting my red skin and the steam that builds up around me.

It scorches down my back, across my shoulders, and I sigh. At least I’m feeling something. At least I’m not completely numb.

I don’t move from underneath the spray.

I stand there, head bowed, trembling under the weight of everything that just happened. She saw us. My mother, and now she’s out the