Back home, Isabella slid her hand underneath the showerhead when the tap opened.

“Is it warm enough?” Leona yelled from her room.

Isabella shot her a warning glare. “No yelling, remember what I told you.”

“Sorry, mommy,” Leona pleaded. The white mini robe with pink sequins shimmered as she wiggled by the entrance. “I'm just so excited for a bath.”

“I know, but no screaming, you know I'm trying to think.”

“It won't happen again, mommy.” She apologized.

The water ...