That evening, a heavy cloud of regret settled over me as I sat on the edge of my couch, my thoughts swirling in a chaotic dance. I had really messed up. Exposing even a sliver of my relationship with Timothy had left me feeling as though I had betrayed our private moments, and the weight of it pressed down on my heart like a leaden weight.
The room around me was dimly lit, the soft glow of a lamp casting long shadows on the walls. I absently picked at the edge of a cushion, my gaze distant and lost in a labyrinth of self- recrimination. I replayed the conversation I had had earlier with the homeless woman, Maria, and how my emotions had carried me away, revealing a part of my life I had sworn to keep hidden.
The sound of a distant car horn jolted me from my thoughts, and I sighed heavi
