Chapter 39

Pushing off from the door, Clark turned to lean on the sink. Behind him was a shower with a glass door and a soaking tub. A mirror above the sink showed Clark a bit pale but not too worse for the wear.

Ripping off the vest, Clark set it on the hamper between sink and toilet. He turned on the water and grabbed a towel off a rack. As he gave himself a sponge bath, he considered what in the hell to do with Daniel. In truth, he should tell Daniel to go. Clark was going to be fine, could manage himself from here.

But images of a whiskey bottle and cold eyes gave Clark pause. If Daniel left, would the stability go with him? Surprisingly, Clark thought it would. It was probably nothing more than having someone else upon whom to focus, but knowing Daniel was on the other side of that door made Clark want to avoid liquor for the night. Do better by himself.