I crawl out of bed on unsteady legs. I've only gotten up to use the bathroom when it was absolutely necessary and I haven't eaten solid food in days. That needs to change. I turn at the bathroom door and look at Cori. The bed is calling me back, the covers need me underneath them. Her expression, showing once more the horror of what we've been through, helps with the determination I need to be strong. I close the bathroom door behind me.

The shower is redeeming. I scrub every ...