"I understand, Mrs. Parker," I forced the words out with difficulty.

"Good. I'm glad you do. I'll be going now."

After Judith left, I slumped weakly over my desk. Everything she said had already crossed my mind, but did it even matter? Those nights, in that warmth, I couldn't resist Zachary.

But it was just a moment of weakness!

I kept trying to convince myself of that. Yet the more I told myself it was just an impulse, the more my heart ...