When I awoke in the morning, I saw I was alone in bed. Worry washed over me. I fretted that Mom regretted what we did despite her being the one who started this whole thing. My concern quickly dissipated when I heard the shower running in the background. I leaped to my feet and let them lead the way. Walking into the bathroom, I stood by the door and watched Mom lather herself. The water cascaded down her body, making her...