A SECRET ROOM?

I'm a troubled soul tonight. My lemon and honey coffee doesn't taste anything close to its usual sweet taste. The rubbish that bitch said to me is lingering in my head. What's more baffling is how she said that with so much certainty? I blow out my coffee and take another sip, wishing it would smooth me, but I guess this isn't the remedy to my anxiety.

I don't want Maria to ruin me and Andy. I don't want her lies to get into me. I can't allow her to be the reason ...