*Grace*

Days slipped by like sand through my fingers, each one more agonizing than the last. The fight with Sarah and the knowledge that I had single-handedly destroyed her relationship with her father weighed heavily on my conscience.

My once-vibrant world had turned into a dull gray existence, devoid of joy or hope. Unable to focus at work, I called in sick, seeking solace in the sanctuary of my apartment. I became a prisoner inside my own home, trying to ...