TRINITY’S POV
I stood under the steady stream of water, grinning like a fool as all of the day’s dust and grime slowly spiraled down the drain. As much as I hated to admit it, Jaxom had been right- a hot shower was exactly what I needed. It was a rare luxury where I came from, one I’d enjoyed only a handful of times.
All of my life, I’d been hauling in our baths by the bucketful. It was one of my least favorite chores growing up, right up there with chopping wood for the stove. I could usually get by on eight 5-gallon buckets if I didn’t slosh the water around too much. But even if I saved every drop, there was never enough for each of us. We had to share our supply.
By the time it was my turn, the water was cold and far from clean, but I wasn’t raised to complain. There was a saying
