Cynthia Dion: 

Before he could shift his attention from his phone to me, I realized that minute was a welcome respite. I hastened through my shower, struggling to keep the marked side of my neck turned towards the wall, just in case he happened to glance up.

When I finished my shower and turned to check on him, he had vanished.

Swiftly, I changed into black pants and a turtleneck sweater. Just as I left the bathroom, he re-entered the room with an empty bag.

He ...