After undressing, I slowly step in and sit down. I have never had a hot bath, or seen bubbles.

  With the face washer, I wash my face, neck and arms. I scoop the bubbles up and blow them into the air, watching them float around. Max taps on the bathroom door when I’ve lost track of time.

  ‘Is it okay if I come in?’ He asks.

  Bubbles cover my body so I don't feel shy about him entering.

  ‘You can come in,’ I say, and he comes in and smiles.

  ‘You’re more beautiful than I could have imagined, Hope,’ he says, admiring my clean face.

  They don't have shampoo and...