Jason sighed out as he ran a hand through his hair, rinsing off the foam from the shampoo in his hair. Letting the bubbles and soapy water run down his body as he stared at the tiled floor, watching the water rush down his feet and out of the shower cubical, through the metal mesh and into the darkness of the pipes.

He pinched his brows together, feeling a little tied between two poles, unsure of what to do.

Melanie, in the kitchen quietly prepared their dinner, though her eyes ...