I rolled onto my back, trying to breathe. He left me. Betrayal warred with bitter regret. How could he leave me? I should have told him the truth. But he said he would always be with me. I hadn’t been honest. He’s gone. He’s gone. A sob tore from my throat, and I curled into a ball on the floor. What have I done? What have I done what have I done what have I done.
