The bathroom is the ultimate blind spot in any home. It’s a transitional space—neither fully private nor fully public. When a guest hears a front door close and a car start, they psychologically categorize the house as “empty except for me and my partner.” The bathroom, typically the last place you’d expect a lurking father figure, becomes a liminal zone of horror-comedy.

Extra Speed looked at the bathroom door, then at Michaela, then back at the door. A slow grin spread across his face.

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