Zoey
After my mother’s funeral, Troy and I spent the rest of the day lying in my room. I mostly cried while he held me. I hated that I cried so much, but at the same time, he never made me feel bad for it. He simply held me and let me grieve for my mother. Later in the evening, he walked me into the bathroom and filled the tub, adding one of the lavender-scented bath bombs I had in it, “you relax in here for a bit while I go get us some food.” I nodded, I wasn’t really hungry, but I knew I needed to eat. He kissed my forehead gently before leaving me in the bathroom on my own. Undressing, I climbed into the tub and melted into the warm water. My body was still sore from my first shift the other day and then spending the whole day crying didn’t help much. But this was like heaven. My body
