It Is Not Forbidden - Part 3
Kate feels guilty
The morning after Kris’s departure felt heavier than the air in our bedroom. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the guilt gnawing at me like a persistent ache. Mark was already up, moving quietly around the house, his footsteps soft and deliberate, as if he were trying not to disturb the fragile peace between us. I knew I had to face him, to say something, anything, to ease the tension that had settled over us like a f...