KATHY

I stepped out of the bathroom, steam curling around me like a misty veil as I wrapped the towel tighter around my body. The typical December air in my room bit at my damp skin as I padded towards the dresser, naturally expecting silence and solitude.

But I froze.

There was someone sitting at the edge of my bed, tall frame hunched slightly over my laptop—my unlocked laptop. And of course, I could hear the familiar sound of moaning coming from the speakers.

My heart stopped. My blood, however did not. It rushed to my face in a hot wave of both horror and humiliation, because the person keenly...