After the confrontation with Jack, I needed space. The weight of our conversation hung in the air, suffocating me. I retreated to the sanctuary of my room, seeking solace in solitude. The hot water cascaded over me, washing away the tension that had built up inside me. It was a balm for my weary soul, a temporary respite from the chaos outside. As the steam filled the bathroom, I closed my eyes and let my mind drift. I should have been focusing on what my father had told me. Or maybe what he hadn’t told me. But that’s not what I was thinking about. Only one moment stood out, clear and vivid - the kiss I had shared with Matt. It was like an electric jolt, a spark that had ignited something within me. I could still feel the warmth of his lips against mine, the gentle pressure that spoke vo
