EVA POVI stood in the center of my dark bathroom, the silence throbbing in my ears. No water. No way to wash away the evidence of my embarrassment. For a long minute, I just breathed, staring at the dry faucet as if my will alone could make it work.Panic was a cold hand around my throat, but I forced it down, trying to stay calm.Think, Eva. Think....My eyes landed on the pack of bottled water by the mini fridge in the corner, the one Maria kept stocked for late-night hydration. Six small bottles. It would have to do.I moved quickly, quietly, locking the bedroom door before stripping off my stained scrubs. The fabric clung unpleasantly, and I avoided looking at it directly, bundling it into a tight ball before stuffing it into the bottom of my laundry bag. In the dim light from the hallway slipping under the door, I could see enough to clean myself—a clumsy, inefficient process, but it was all I had.The water was cool, shocking against my skin. I used one bottle to rinse my butt,
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