Shock

The sound of footsteps has me rushing to shove to scoop up the photos and the medication bottles into my bag.

My eyes met Shawn’s and guilt etched into my soul as I masked my shock with disappointment, “I got in, but there is nothing inside that will help me.”

“I’m sorry Rosie,” Shawn’s lips pulled into a frown. “You’re not crazy. I remember the pills and the movie night. I’m sure we will figure it out,” he walked over, wrapping his arms around me as the guilt intensified.

“It was so long ago, I don’t know why I even care,” I lie, “I guess my father’s insistence that it never happened fueled this need to prove that it did.”

“I get it,” Shawn whispered, running his hand up and down my back. “The last time that you experienced one of those episodes was terrifying.”

“I’m surprised you remember that.”

Something felt so wrong being tangled within his arms as it felt right, and my mind was confused about what to do. There was this deep ache to feel some form of connection, but at the v