Confidences, confessions, and advice (BYU continues)

I woke up to the most incredible feeling of dread. In those few moments of re-orientation while reaching consciousness, the full force of what had happened last night hit me. I ran my fingers along the side of my head, feeling the faint stubble on my fingertips and hardly believing what I had done.

“Ah, well, what’s done is done,” I sighed to myself, getting out of bed. Read the rest of the story »