One Night's Mistake With My Fiance's Brother
Not gone, not forgotten, but somehow less pressing.
For the first time, I acted purely because I chose to. And in that choice, in that deliberate, conscious decision to hold her, to steady her, to care for her without thought of reward or approval, I found a kind of redemption. Not the kind that wipes away mistakes, not the kind that grants absolution—but the kind that matters. The kind that saves someone else, when you can’t save yourself.
And for Annabelle, for her fragile, beautiful soul, that would have to be enough.