Present time...
Sarah
No.
I can't do it. I can't tell Josh about those days. He is one of the few people who still respects me now. If I tell him...
"Sarah?"
Josh's voice breaks through my thoughts. "You kind of zoned out there."
I blink, coming back to the present. Josh is looking at me with concern, his brow furrowed.
"Sorry," I say, forcing a smile. "Just got lost in thought."
"You were about to tell me?" he prompts gently.
I take a deep breath. For a moment, I had been ready to confess everything—the manipulation, the desperation, the person I used to be. But the words die in my throat.
"I just... I wasn't always a good person, Josh," I say instead, my voice barely above a whisper. "I did things I'm not proud of."
Josh reaches across the table and takes my hand. His palm is warm against mine, steady and reassuring.
"We all have regrets," he says. "Things we wish we could take back."
I look down at our intertwined fingers. "Mine are worse than most."
