Gaara let out a breath of relief as hot water poured over his skin. Long ago, his mother had told him that bathing in the middle of the night would only invite illness. Yes, some memories of his late mother still came unbidden, drifting back at the most unexpected moments. As a dutiful son, he should have listened to every word she’d ever said. But lately, Gaara barely came home at a normal hour. Midnight or the early hours before dawn had become routine. If he wasn’t stumbling home drunk, ...