Sat under the scorching heat of the shower, that’s where you were. Having gone through some pretty heavy stuff only weeks earlier, the man’s harsh touch and hands burned into your skin.

At least it felt that way.

You were scrubbing so hard the skin on your body felt hot, red and bothered; you didn’t care.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been in there, but your husband, John had opened the door, opting to quietly sitting down next to you and gently taking the wash rag out of your hand.

“C’mon, let’s wash him away together.” He hummed. His was tone gentle as he sat down next to you, his touch lighter and softer than your own had been.