Vanessa

    A part of me always knew it was only a matter of time before my mistake would come back to haunt me. I’d had sleepless nights over what happened between me and Enzo five years ago. Crying myself to sleep became part of my nighttime routine for months after that night. Eventually, it got easier, or I just got better at suppressing the pain and compartmentalizing the memories. But now, after watching that tape, all the pain came rushing back as the memories resurfaced.

    The only difference was back then all my pain was directed at Enzo because of the way he hurt me, the way he broke my...