Returning home from the hospital that next day, Natalie played the perfect nurse to Kenton’s aid. She made him his meals, continued to keep the apartment in tip top shape, and continued to keep him comfortable as he was on strict bed rest for the next few weeks. But each time she would feel his arm rest over her body, keeping her encased in his hold, she couldn’t help but feel claustrophobic. She began to question every person around her and each word spoken to her as if it had indeed been the truth.
And so one night, when she was certain that Kenton was fast asleep, she moved into the bathroom. Considering all of her options and the potential outcomes for a moment of pensive stillness, she began the water of the shower, running it in continuation, before peeking back into his bedroom an
