Let me shower alone, Clara. Please. I just need to wash this off on my own.’
‘I understand, Doctor.’ Clara kissed him lightly on the cheek. ‘I’ll tidy up in here. Don’t be too long or I’ll come looking for you.’
‘Thank you, Clara.’ He kissed her in return, softly on the lips. ‘Love.’ She beamed at him warmly and he headed to the washroom. Maybe this time he could finally wash himself clean of Missy and the memories of the past.