I rested my back against the door of my room, breathing heavily, my legs shaking.

This… this was madness, it was too much, and I wanted to leave. I wanted to pick my bag and leave right this fucking minute.

My heart was racing with an emotion I hadn't felt before—shame. It burned me, made me dizzy, and nauseous. I threw the robe on the floor and marched to the bathroom, struggling to stay standing.

I turned on the shower and didn't even wait for it to heat up, just entering under, gasping when the cold water hit and stung my skin. But I welcomed the coldness.

I had to...