Chapter Thirty-Eight

She was in the shower for more than an hour already. I wanted to give her some privacy, but my concern and anxiety were getting the best of me. What could she possibly be doing all this time in there? I paced back and forth outside the door. Not even a movement, only the sound of water. I cracked the door open, peeking inside. She sat in the tub, under the shower, legs drawn up to her chest, her arms circling them tight, and her head hidden between her knees. She was the picture of desolation.