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My shower is hot, steamy, and satisfying. I come out flushed and breathless, and think maybe I should have gone easy on the temperature gauge. My head is swimming a little, and I’m still feeling fragile.

I haul on my nightdress and robe, pad out into the empty suite, and instantly know that I’m alone. I had been in the bathroom an hour and know they must have left for dinner