I haven’t felt bad about my actions in years, due in part to the fact that I engage in a lot of charity work at free clinics in order to absolve myself. Not that it helps me sleep any better at night, but at least it keeps my mother from rolling over in her grave. Yet now, considering the way I dragged Elena into my mess and the way I’m leaving her half-satisfied, shame worms its way into my brain, cloaking me in its vile shadows.
