One day, my boyfriend came over. His visits were always a breath of fresh air, a reprieve from my father’s stern routines. As we settled into the couch, the question slipped out of my mouth almost unconsciously, “Do I smell bad?”

He laughed, thinking I was joking, and headed to the bathroom to wash his hands. A moment later, he returned with a pale look on his face, holding the soap I used to shower.

“Who gave you this?! Are you taking cold showers with this?!?” My blood froze at the urgency in his voice. “Yeah, why?!”