AMARA’S POV

The old woman’s home was far from what I was used to.

Her bathroom was too cramped for my liking. I am certain there was a time the bathtub and the tiles were once crystal white. Now there were an ugly washed shade of brown. A few tiles were cracked as well, the mirror was shattered and a rag I suppose was meant to dry our feet was situated right beside the tub.

Some old soap and shampoo hung at the corner, while an overly pressed toothpaste laid by the sink. Apparently, this ...