Eva

In the end, my decision was hard but I fought the guilt away.

“Nothing much.” I lied, turning away to drink the coffee I ordered.

“What about you?” I asked, turning the question back at her. It took a second after to discover my mistake, but it was too late.

Bitter guilt heated up my belly as her face fell, as if the reminder of her situation was enough to bring her down. Unlike me, she was already open with her problems, no matter how vague it was and I already knew most of ...