Elowen

Steaming hot water sprayed directly over my face, stripping away the lingering scent of cheap perfume, bleach, and pure stress. I leaned my forehead against the damp subway tile of the shower, letting out a long, ragged exhale.

This was one of my favourite things about this apartment. The bathtub was so relaxing and even more comfortable than my own bed. My phone sat safe and dry on the marble vanity counter, connected to my wireless earbuds as Isa’s voice buzzed through the static of the running water.

"So, tell me honestly," Isa said, her voice dripping with that signature, unbothered curiosity. "What do you think my chances are?"...