My brain, usually so capable of complex thought, reduced its entire processing power to two primal commands: COVER and DROWN . I yanked the shower curtain so hard the rings screamed across the rod. One hand clutched the plastic to my chest like a shield; the other frantically tried to redirect the showerhead away from my eyes, which were now wide with pure, undiluted panic.
I was mid‑song, lost in a cloud of steam and my own terrible off‑key confidence. The water was just the right side of scalding. Life, for three blissful minutes, was mine. Then—without a knock, without a warning cough—the door swung open. my mother suddenly came into the bath and i pan exclusive
But treaties mean nothing to a mother on a mission. My brain, usually so capable of complex thought,
