ASYA'S POV
I stand in the middle of the shower stall, staring at the two bottles on the corner shelf. The black one, Pasha's body wash, has been there since I arrived. Woodsy, with a hint of citrus and sage. The only one, until now.
Next to it sits a new bottle. Pink. Flowers on the label. Pasha must have left it for me.
I reach toward it, but anxiety spikes in my chest. My hand recoils. I glance back at the black bottle. Panic rises. My hand falls uselessly to my side. Fifteen minutes pass. I watch the bottles, gritting my teeth until my jaw aches. Finally, I snatch both and hurl them against the wall. They clatter to the floor.
A bang echoes on the door.
"Asya!"
I press my back against the tiles, breathing shallow. This is the first time I've tried showering alone. Earlier, I had proudly told him he didn't need to come in. He'd only smiled and said he'd stay on the other side of the door, just in case.
"Asya?" Another bang. "I'm coming in!"
