Back To The Morning

In the now you watched as Angela got into the shower.

In the cold light of day, you reflected on how she was eventually going to find out about Claire. About the bun you had, supposedly, put in her oven. You knew that putting off telling her about it would only end in heartache and pain but at the same time, you knew it could very likely lead to heartache and pain right now. A now where you had every chance of sliding into the shower with her and going for another few rounds.

It’s the right thing to do, came a whisper of conscience as you watched the water cascade down her body.