Chapter 50

Guilt.

It’s a nasty feeling that feeds on your soul and plants resentment in your heart. The thing about this emotion is that you can’t numb it. Until you find a way to repent, the memory of what you did keeps replaying on loop in your mind at the most inopportune moments.

It had been forty five minutes since I entered my office and still, the same report displayed on the screen of my computer refused to make sense. My eyes were reading the numbers but my brain refused to interpret what they meant. Never before had I ever felt so completely thrown off my game. But then again, I had never hurt someone I cared about so badly.

Cristo.

It was over between us. For real this time. Any chance that we’d had left for mending the pieces that made up our complicated relationship had ceased to exist the moment he found me with that…jerk. How could I have been so stupid? I, of all people, understood how drinking past one’s limit had a tendency of shutting down all their brain cells. What the hell