The scalding water from the shower did nothing but tint her skin to a light red as if having begun to develop a minor case of sunburn. Forced to wear Dimitri shirt as a dressing gown, and present with wet hair from a lack of care in using the blow dryer, Juliette made her way deeper in the room to find Dimitri at the edge of one of the beds.
"Are you okay?" He asked, sensing her confidence having become grated until it was nonexistent. Instead of answering his question, however, she then asked him a question of her own.
"You called my father the night I was shot....then he was killed after I recovered-"
"I didn't kill your father." He informed her, speaking this truth in an exhausted tone as he wished he could prove this in some other way than her having to trust him.
"I know." His
