*Emmy*
Shit. I didn’t mean to fall asleep, but I did, and now I bled through. It’s a mess. I try not to wake Jim in my panic, but I’m unsuccessful.
“What’s wrong?” he asks groggily.
“I’m sorry,” I apologize. “I’ll clean it.”
He looks at me confused, and then sees the spot on the bed. “It’s fine. It’s just a sheet.”
“I know it’s gross,” I say, shaking my head. “I’m so sorry.”
Jim sits up and turns the lamp on his side of the bed on. “Amelia,” he says, using my full name to get my attention. “I live on a damn ranch. It’s not gross. Do you need to take a shower?” I nod slowly. “Then go. It’s not a big deal.”
I rush into the bathroom, embarrassed. I haven’t had a period in over a year, and this has been hell. Jim has been nice, but it’s embarrassing. I shower as quick
