JUNE
It has been a week since that fateful night. Things went back to normal. Well, as normal as it could be between us. Mark and I returned to how we have always been. Though I didn't speak of that night, I can see in his expression that he wishes to talk about it.
But I always find ways to skid around it, not ready to speak about the worst night of my life.
I combed my hair, running my fingers through the beautiful black strands as I stared into the mirror. I stared at the woman I had become, not aware of the right feelings I should have.
For a week, I have successfully acted like I wasn't affected by whatever Kristin did. Those seven days must have been the worst for him because he looked like a shell of his former self.
And me?
I was barely holding on. But who was I to complain w
