The world blurred before my eyes.

— What do you mean?.. — the words got stuck in my throat.

He carefully turned the soap in his hands, showing the small print on the back of the packaging.

— Look. Black on white: “Pesticide treatment.” No wonder you feel sick.

I sank to the edge of the cold bathtub, its tiled surface seemed to pull me to the ground. My heart was pounding so loudly I could barely hear his words.