My parents demanded the password to my penthouse apartment right in fr…

a fresh linen towel from the brass basket. I dried my hands methodically. I wiped the moisture from each finger, taking my time. My mother watched me, her breathing shallow and erratic. She was confused by my silence.

I folded the damp towel and placed it gently into the discard tray. I turned back to her. I looked deep into her frantic, bloodshot eyes.continue reading …