I sat in the back seat of my mom's car next to John. My mom had taken us to the nearest city to look for a family car. Our wedding date was only a few months away and a lot was on my mind. The car was the least of my worries.

I leaned my head on John's shoulder and my stomach burned, as if I'd just drunk bleach. My heart pounded and my chest ached. For weeks I'd felt I needed to tell John something … I needed to tell him about my greatest sin. [...]

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