Mission at Risk

My dress was ruined by her tears but the ruined dress wasn't my problem. It is the gnawing guilt eating me up. I am causing her pain yet I offer her comfort when I can free her from the pain by coming out plain but it will put my mission at risk and ruin everything I have planned.

"It's ok Amaira, everything will be ok I promise," I comforted her, patting her as she loaded the dress with tears.

"How will it be ok when I'm being held responsible for what I didn't do," she sniffed.

"Nothing is hidden forever, I'm sure you will be vindicated," I forced a smile at her.

"And you'll be found out," my mind snared at me.

If I knew I would end up feeling this much guilt I would have disposed of the laxative in a different way and would not have dumped it in someone else's room.

"What if I say I know the real culprit?" She lifted her head from my shoulders and stared directly into my eyes.

My heart thudded loudly and I could only

I hope things go well for me tonight before everything finally b