The lights are off, but candles are spread around on the vanity and counters, giving just enough dim lighting to see he drew me a bubble bath. “What’s this?” I ask in disbelief. “When did you do this?” “Earlier when you were on the phone with your mom. I’ve not been able to take care of you for ten years. When I found your candles and bubble bath stuff, I decided you deserved a break and some time to yourself. I’ll clean up the kitchen and do whatever else needs to be done. As long as you promise to relax in this tub for at least an hour.”
