She bit back a scream as she realised the pale writhing things on the side of the bathtub weren't maggots, they were his toes. He'd clearly forgotten to dispose of them which now left her with a dilemma - throw them in the trash and hope he thought he'd done that, confront him and reassure him that she still loved him even if he was undead or run away and hope he never found her again.
All so tempting.
All so daunting.
All so busy flickering around her mind that she didn't even notice him creeping up behind her.
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