Ever since what happened between Damian and me, I haven’t been myself. It’s been a whole week now, and I haven’t even gone back to the bar. I just couldn’t.
Every time I thought about that night, something inside me twisted painfully, and the guilt wouldn’t leave no matter how hard I tried to push it away.
Amaya noticed, of course. She always did. She had asked me more than once what was wrong, but each time, I told her everything was fine and that I was feeling a little unwell. I hated lying to her; I never lied to Amaya. But this time, I had to. There was no way I could tell her what really happened between Damian and me.
It was Saturday morning. I had just finished giving Mom her medicine, and the three of us were sitting together in the living room. Since it was the weekend, Amaya d
