Breathe. Back in the shower Kelsey realized while reminiscing she had been lightly tapping her forehead against the wall. She could feel a small headache growing behind her eyes. She stepped back rubbing her eyes. She groaned internally as her aching muscles rebelled against every movement she made. She stretched her arms out behind her then let them fall again feeling every fiber of her being longing to simply lay down and relax.
She reached up to adjust the shower head, finding the kneading setting then turned around trying to smile as the powerful flow struck her back. She winced as the water attempted to burrow the heat deep into the knotted mass of her shoulders. However, as quickly as the smirk danced across her lips, it fell away again. There, drifting across the back wall of the shower stall was Naomi’s face. Her limp hair now tangled, her glasses askew but the nervous glance had been replaced with fear and a twinge of anger.