Emily Pov

　　Benson was patient and careful with me, sitting me on the bathroom counter. I observed the bathroom's decor. It had a long window with stained glass, a big golden bathtub that would fit Benson and me with no problem, and the black marble countertop where Benson sat me. I ran my hand over the surface, the cold of the marble sending shivers down my warm skin. I noticed how dirty my nails were.

　　The sound of running water filled the room, and I ...