Thirty-TwoIt was without a doubt the worst sleep in weeks, if one could call it that. My eyes burned red from staring up at the ceiling for what seemed like all night. In any case, I was definitely going to need an entire pot of coffee just to stay awake.
Anne had been so interested in my day that she'd made a point of waiting up for me, though it was only nine o'clock when Aaron had brought me back to the bed and breakfast. At any rate, I had felt obligated to tell her about my adventure, apart from divulging anything about what had transpired between Aaron and me, although I truly felt she could be trusted.
As our conversation progressed, Anne had revealed that she and Aaron had dated a long time ago. The news had taken me by surprise and had caused a feeling of jealousy that I had nev
