I watch Katie closely as she bathes. I know it is weird, but I just don’t trust her to not fall apart. Her emotions are high after Saturday and I know she is barely hanging on by a thread at the moment. I saw the look on her face when they pulled his picture up and threw it on that screen. I know how horrible she feels. I know she is probably going to blame herself for his death, but really and truly, the choice was his.
I watch as she stands under the water and moans low as the heat takes the soreness out of her body. She lathers her hair with shampoo and I couldn’t help but inhale the scent deeply. Coconuts. She always smells like coconuts. I love it. I step closer to her without thinking and I start to massage her scalp for her. “Nick…?”
“Shh, baby. I just want to help you. Please.”
