The Second Child

 For a long, long time she'd simply stared at her powered-down computer monitor, trying to will the familiar sounds out of her head. She remembered that day. Even two years later, it still came back, clear and sharp and just as traumatic. There were days she didn't think about it. Weeks, months, even. But it always came back to haunt her, one way or another. She finally stood, could feel the tension in her shoulders and in her chest and she padded down to the bathroom on bare feet.

Stripped, naked feet on the bathroom tile. Turned the water on until i ran hot, steam filling the little room and then she clambered into the shower and stood under the stream of water, bent over, letting it beat off of her back, hair plastered to her skin. She didn't plan to move for a long, long time. 

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