“Sometimes when everything and everyone around me is hard to face, I look up.” He pinched his eyebrows together, looking like he didn’t understand, and I tilted my head back, looking up at the ceiling. Slowly, he did the same, following my gaze. The steam billowed in the air above us, parting here and there to show the white granite ceiling of the shower. Particles of crystal in the rock glittered in the dim light, and for a moment, my brain was floating among the mist. Light as a feather, soaring on the clouds. “Changing your view…” I trailed off. “It helps. Right?”
