After what feels like an eternity under the warm water, Tamara finally rinses off the soap, watching as the bubbles swirl down the drain. She takes a moment to just stand there, letting the water wash over her like a gentle embrace. With each passing second, she feels a bit of her strength returning, the warmth of the water rekindling her spirit.
As she steps out of the shower, she wraps herself in a soft towel, feeling the fibers absorb the remaining tension from her body. Tamara glances at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes are still wide, her skin slightly pink from scrubbing too hard, but she holds a resolve within her that wasn't there before. "You're strong," she tells herself, trying to push away the lingering dread. "You can handle this."
