She was curled up in the bathtub, her knees folded against her chest.
She wasn’t crying.
That’s what broke my heart the most.
She looked like a child trained to obey.
When I pushed the door, Mark slowly turned his head, not being really surprised.
As if he still thought he could explain everything and keep control.
“What are you doing? “He asked.
He didn’t even look furious.
He seemed annoyed, as if I had interrupted some household stain, as if I were the intruder in this house.
I took Sophie out of the bath without worrying about spilled water or my soaked clothes.
I just grabbed a towel, wrapped it in it and I squeezed it against me.
Mark stood up with a jump.
