Author’s POV

In the bathroom, Ashley sat in the jacuzzi, inhaling the sweet smoke of her cigarette. The water was warm, and the bubbles rose to the surface in slow motion. The room was dimly lit, and the only light came from the candles flickering on the countertop.

Suddenly, the loud sound of gunshots startled her. She lowered her head, and glass particles from her window shattered on her body. Panic filled her, and she quickly got out of the Jacuzzi.

As she stood there, shivering, Chris entered the bathroom, clutching his bandaged right arm. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

Ashley nodded, clutching a towel...