NICOLE

I don't find the strength to get up from bed in the morning.

Last night's events have just crashed into my mind with an unshakable force, and they've settled into the pit of my stomach like an immovable object. I feel dirty. Foolish. Naive.

Every time I think about Roman, it's like I've been stabbed.

And then he even had the audacity to accuse me of knowing! I don't know why I didn't slap him when I had the chance. That's his opinion of me.

I can't stay in bed all day, and I'm tired ...