Nola Reynolds.

The orange streak of the rising sun fell in slants through the large pane of the window, bouncing off the glossy brown walls and into my sleep-deprived eyes.

I'd stayed awake for what must have been hours, fitting in and out of sleep restlessly before I'd finally thrown my hands up to plunge into the washroom’s ice bath.

I hadn't heard the shuffling in the main room until I turned off the stream, my head cranked to the side sharply. 

Whoever it was had dropped something, clattering to the floor loosely before I flew out of the porcelain tub with the soft towel that fell a tad too...