Chapter 90. A Fractured Family

Emily’s Pov

Benson was patient and careful with me, sitting me on the bathroom counter. I observed the bathroom's decor. It had a long window with stained glass, a big golden bathtub that would fit Benson and me with no problem, and the black marble countertop where Benson sat me. I ran my hand over the surface, the cold of the marble sending shivers down my warm skin. I noticed how dirty my nails were.

The sound of running water filled the room, and I realized Benson had turned on the bathtub faucet. He turned his attention back to me.

"Emily? Are you okay?" he asked, and I nodded. "I'm going to take off your shirt, okay?" I nodded again.

And so it went with each piece of clothing, Benson always making sure I allowed the removals carefully. When the bathtub was ready, Benson once again lifted me and carried me to the warm water. I first touched my toes to the water; it was the perfect temperature. As soon as my body was submerge