Chapter Twenty Three: The Story

Ava's POV

I sighed as I reached out to turn on the shower. A shiver ran down my spine as the icy cascade hit, and my swift retreat from the chilly stream was met with a startled gasp. "Shit, shit, shit." I never learned my lessons because every time I try to take a shower, it's either the extremely cold water or the hot one that pours out. "I think I have to write a note that says test the water with your hand before stepping under it."

I picked up my lavender-scented shampoo as its fragrant wave enveloped the bathroom, transforming the mundane space into a sanctuary of soothing aromas. The floral notes lingered in the air, creating a serene atmosphere that captivated the senses and turned my routine act of washing my hair into a sensory indulgence. As I scrubbed, I gently reminded myself that this was my safe space; the only place I could forget everything that I was going through was my bathroom. Weird as that was, I loved every bit of bath time and took it very seriously as well. B