*Constance*

I sat back in the tub, letting the warm water fall over me, caressing me with its soft touch. I inhaled deeply the fragrant aroma of the soap, the scent of lilacs filling the room. I enjoyed moments like these. They were simple and yet special to me in a way I couldn’t quite describe.

Steam rose up into the air, spiraling and swirling as it traveled up.

I heard a nearby door open and shut, followed by Harriet’s sweet ...