Steam curled in the air as hot water cascaded down her back, each drop striking the curve of her spine like a rhythmic whisper. Eloise stood still beneath the showerhead, arms resting limply at her sides, head tilted slightly forward.

The warmth should have soothed her, but her mind was far from present. The rest of the visit at the grandmother's house went peacefully, with her avoiding Antonio who barely says a word to her since then. She doesn't know if she should be grateful for that or ...