I barely slept. My body curled in tighter under the covers as if shrinking into the bed would somehow make me disappear. But the guilt clung tightly, and fear pressed down on my chest. Both feelings were threatening to suffocate me. 

Sloane had spent the night with me in my room after I pleaded with her to stay. She climbed into bed with me without asking questions. 

I pulled myself out of bed quietly, trying not to wake her, and padded to the bathroom. I stood in front of the sink, staring ...