JUNE

It has been a week since that fateful night. Things went back to normal. Well, as normal as it could be between us. Mark and I returned to how we have always been. Though we never spoke of that night, I can see in his expression that he wishes to talk about it.

But I always find ways to skid around it, not ready to speak about the worst night of my life.

I combed my hair, running my fingers through the beautiful black strands as I stared into the mirror. I stared at the woman I had become, not aware of the right feelings I should have.

For...