Ryan

I must admit, soaking in the bath Lewis filled feels divine. For over twenty minutes, I allow my muscles to relax in the warm bubbles. I quirk my head to one side then crane my neck closer to the bathroom door. Nothing. In my small house, I should hear Ian’s whimpers and Lewis talking to him. Nothing. Not even the television.

Inspecting my hands, I find my fingertips pruny; it’s time I emerge. I wrap my terry cloth robe over my arms and secure it tightly around my waist. ...