MACEY 

I was mad. Furious, actually. Every nerve in my body was screaming.  

The moment I got home, I threw my bag onto the couch, or maybe it was the floor—I didn’t even care and stormed straight into the bathroom.  

I needed to wash away everything. The day, the humiliation, the anger, the sadness. I needed to rinse it all down the drain. 

The shower was hot. Too hot. Scalding even, but I welcomed it. I stood there, letting the water pound down on me, my thoughts spinning faster ...