I rolled on the bed, the light streaming through my new reality. I dragged the blanket closer up my face with exhaustion eating at me but I knew I had to get up. Laying on the bed was not an option for I would start thinking about Mathew, staring at his number for hours without the courage to actually call him. I could imagine what he would think, that I was a clingy girl who was after his money. I shook my head, my legs swinging from the bed against their own protest.
Everything hurt and even though it was a Saturday, I had to get out. My plan was to go look for a place where there was a need of my resources and I knew just the perfect place. Back at home, there was always some work to be done at the church, especially on weekends.
My legs carried me to the shower where I took a
