The water, so cold when she got in, turned hot and scalded her skin. She turned on the water, barely noticing how cold it was, and kept scrubbing. She pulled down her sweats, kicking off her crocs as she did, and collapsed backwards into the shower. She tore off her shirt and unhooked her bra. She washed her arms up to her elbows she washed her face. She stood at the sink for 10 minutes, then 20, scrubbing, scrubbing, scrubbing. The red reminded her of blood, so she washed her hands again. The skin on the backs of her knuckles was getting redder. The MornIng AFter Jill washed her hands again.
It’s not supposed to have this… this disease infecting it, turning things the wrong way. But it did.Īnd if I have to burn this disease out of me, I’ll burn it out of you first.
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