Jenn

As I stretch on the soft sheets, my body cries out with tender reminders of what Paul and I did last night. Not ready to face the bright sun beyond my closed eyes, I keep them shut and recall my confession before falling asleep last night.

I admitted to having secrets.

That was step one. Step two is where I’m not sure I can go. I’m not sure that I’ll be able to admit what those secrets are—or were. After last night, I’m not confident I know if ...