Anya’s POV
I let out a shaky breath I didn’t even know I’d been holding. Kennedy wasn’t home yet. Thank God. At least I could breathe for a little while without worrying about saying the wrong thing or standing in the wrong spot or just… existing in a way that annoyed him.
I dropped my bag on the couch and headed straight for the bathroom. My whole body felt dusty and tired from the long day, and stepping under the warm water felt like someone pressing pause on all the chaos in my life. I scrubbed slowly, letting the water run down my shoulders, wishing—just for a moment—that it could wash away everything: the stress, the fear, the embarrassment in Orion’s office.
But showers don’t fix broken hearts.
Or broken lives.
After I dried off, I pulled on something loose and soft—just an old
