I Broke His Heart to Set Me Free
And I don’t regret it…now.
She said, “That’s why the hurricane blew you back in town because you broke her son’s heart,” my friend said and took a deep breath.
Unable to swallow or speak in my defense, I felt the weight of guilt on my chest as a thick knot of regret crawled up my throat. The bitter taste of shame and remorse was on my tongue. I couldn’t speak or…