Chapter 320 - Bathroom

The bathroom was barely large enough for two people. The cramped space forced them to stand close together, their shoulders nearly brushing as they moved around the small room. A cracked mirror hung above a rusted sink, its surface spider-webbed with fractures that distorted their reflections into fragmented versions of themselves. The damp walls carried the lingering scent of mildew, thick and musty, clinging to everything it touched. Water dripped steadily from one of the old pipes, the rhythmic sound filling the silence between Marie and Philip like a metronome counting down their precious minutes of privacy.