The date

After replying to Cecil and muted my phone. I stepped into the shower, the sprinkling water instantly began to soothe me, easing the tension in my muscles as it cascaded down my back. This was exactly what I needed – something cold and calming.

But it wasn't Victor's touch.

The water enveloped me in a comforting embrace, offering solace that I could immerse myself in for hours without interruption.

I stood motionless for a few moments, allowing the water to work its magic, until the weariness of the day began to weigh on me. With a sigh, I reached for the soap and began to scrub away the dirt and grime that clung to my skin.

I noticed the shattered remnants of a vodka bottle and a shot glass strewn across the bathroom floor. He must have broken them in a fit of frustration when I failed to return home early.

After leaving the bathroom, I grabbed a towel and began to dry off my body, relishing the warmth it provided against my skin. Once I was sufficiently dry, I proceeded to get dres