CHAPTER 27
IT WAS NOTHING TO FEEL guilty about. She was glad that it was Sunday, glad that Greg was already awake and most likely over at the church office by the time her brain snapped her out of whatever fantasy she’d dived into in her sleep.
It’s not like she had conscious power over her thoughts while she slept. How can you be accountable for something you can’t even control?
If Greg were here, he’d know. She could never face him when she felt guilty. That’s why she’d been so quick to go to bed last night, even to the point of swallowing down her pride and apologizing for leaving rehearsal early just so they could get to the part where they stopped talking about it.
Stopped thinking about it.
Which is exactly what Katrina needed to do right now. Sunday school would start in a litt
