The bathroom door opens, followed by the soft sound of bare feet on a wood floor. “Jesus.” I don’t mean to say it out loud, but thankfully I say it under my breath. There’s no confusing the fact that Maddie has an adult body. In tiny floral-patterned shorts, a spaghetti-strap pale blue tank top, and her hair spilling over her bare shoulders, she looks like a centerfold straight from my wildest dreams.
