Chapter 29

• REBECCA
• He stood before me, his back turned, aware of my entrance yet immobile. His hands pressed against the cool bathroom walls, his head bowed in quiet torment. The shirt he wore earlier was discarded, damp patches the telltale signs of something amiss.
• My eyes traced the water cascading around him, rivulets carving paths through his skin. Stripping off my dress, it pooled on the floor, my gaze then drawn to his abandoned shirt – black, a hue that seemed synonymous with him.