“What—” Her uneven voice is barely above a whisper, but I’m close enough to hear. “What do you want?” A single tear slips free, and she clutches her tucked towel to her chest. Everything. I respond, but despite our proximity, she can’t hear me. Instead of waiting for a reply, I write the same word again. She shakes her head and it might as well be a physical blow. I move over to the right, where there’s still undisturbed steam on the mirror. I move my finger quickly across the wet glass and write the word “Please”.
