The morning after my late-night text to Tom, I woke up with a knot in my stomach that wouldn't loosen. Mark was already in the shower, humming some tune from his playlist, and I lay there staring at the ceiling, replaying everything. The kiss by the river. The dinner invite I'd accepted. The way Mark had held me last night, clueless about everything. Guilt clawed at me, sharp and unrelenting. What if someone had seen? What if word got back to Mark? I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, ...