Chapter 12
Chapter 12
By the time Wanda knocked on the door the next morning, my bags were packed, and I was sitting on the bed staring at the door. A deep remorse had fallen over me, a grief almost as severe as losing Teddy. I kept asking myself, “What have I done?” All I could think was that I made a terrible mistake to even come to Nashville in the first place. I told myself that I was nobody, a country hick preacher who didn’t know anything. I berated myself for having s*x with Wanda. I berated myself for getting too big for my britches, for thinking that I could be something that I’m not. I cried myself to sleep the night before, wondering if I had ruined it all, if my behavior had destroyed my chances of becoming a well-known minister, and then telling myself I was stupid ever to t
