There was a knot in my gut and I tried to avoid thinking about the dawning knowledge of the terrible treachery I'd just perpetrated.

To show his affection, he kissed the crown of my head. OK, sweetie. Soap up and get clean. After that, you can get some work done, and I'll get you some food.

Eventually, apathy crept in, and I nodded.

When he finally let go of me, his muscular arms were cold and I could feel goose bumps forming on my skin.

He urged me to "go on" though I showed no signs of moving.

I rapidly retreated, peeling myself away from him like a Band-Aid. I...