I rested my back against the door of my room, breathing heavily, my legs shaking. 

This… this was madness, it was too much, and I wanted to leave. I wanted to pick my bag and leave right this fucking minute. 

My heart was racing with an emotion I hadn't felt before—shame. It burned me, made me dizzy, and nauseous. I threw the robe on the floor and marched to the bathroom, struggling to stay standing. 

I turned on the shower and didn't even wait for it to heat up, just ...