“Henrik . . .” I walk back over to the tub and turn on the hot water tap. His eyes go wide. “What are you doing?” Reaching under the sink, I pull out a fluffy white towel. “I’m drawing you a bath.” “What?” “I’m drawing you a bath,” I repeat. “Why?” “Because you’re exhausted. You’ve pushed yourself to the limit these last two weeks. You deserve to take a rest. Please, allow me this.”
