I spend too much time in bathrooms, but not out of vanity.

I remember lights, police car lights. Loud knocking.

I was sitting on the bathroom counter, on the edge of the sink. He clipped my toenails. Maybe it was my fingernails.

Cold night.

Wind through threadbare pajamas.

Mom.

She had been on vacation for two weeks or other. Just gone.

A Peddington Bear book and Grandma was there.

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