I walked to my office, guilty of what I had done to Kiara, hanging heavy on my head. I sighed, walked to my seat, and slumped on it, my legs crossed on the table.

I stared at the blank computer screen, replaying the hurtful things I had done to her in my mind. The regret I was having was so heavy that it seemed to suffocate me, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

My phone rang, but I lacked even the strength to pull it from my pocket and answer the call. The sound of the ringing phone only served as a painful reminder of the mess I...