Posted on 3:55 PM | By Biki Honko | In
On the drive home from Derrick's I couldn't stop crying. What had I done? Oh, God! Will he ever forgive me? All I want to do it to call him, or to turn this car around and go back and beg for him to forgive me. But, he had made it very clear not to call him tonight. What had I done? What had I done? What had I done? These words kept swirling around and around and around in my head. Pulling into the garage was a relief, the drive home had been a nightmare. It had been so difficult to pay attention to the traffic, when the only thing my mind wanted to do was to dwell on us, or if there was even an us left....