“Your secret’s safe with me.” I zip my finger across my lips. “Thanks, but I can manage.”
Stella was already moving towards the door when I refused, so she has to pull back. “The faucets in that bathroom are finicky. They’re backwards and really touchy. It goes from boiling lava to glacial in half a second. I’ll just go in and show you—”
“That’s okay,” I say firmly. I tack on a smile at the end for good measure. “I don’t need to wash up tonight anyway. I’m going to go straight to sleep. I’m exhausted.”
Stella chews on her bottom lip like her religious beliefs involve showing me how to run a bath for myself. Like me refusing to let her teach me about shower faucets is blasphemy.
“Thanks for everything you did for us today.” I edge towards the door, never turning my back on her. “You ma
