CHAPTER 70
KATRINA STEPPED OUT of the tub, no more certain about what she was supposed to do now than she had been when she first started bathing. For all the times her husband stayed out late on all his errands for the church, she hoped this would be one of them. She wasn’t ready for him to come home. Not yet.
But being here by herself was nearly as bad. Once Greg got home, she’d have to decide if she was going to pretend that everything was just fine or if she was going to tell him about what happened. Talking about her afternoon would be painful and awkward and exhausting. But it was just as painful and awkward and exhausting to be abandoned to the mercy of her own memories and guilt. She was so ashamed, she didn’t even want to pray, didn’t want to face the reality of God’s disappoint
