Content Disclosure: Sexual Innuendo
I roll over to check the time. The red light from the clock reads 6:28 a.m. I have officially been up for twenty-four hours. My brain has been racing all night. The question, did I do the right thing, has been playing over and over again in my head.
I can’t manage to bring myself to answer the question, but the awful feeling in my gut leads me to assume the answer.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the little black book on my desk. That stupid little black book.
None of this would have happened if that little black book never showed up on my doorstep.
Anxiety builds in my body, and I try to breathe in and out slowly. Closing my eyes, I unclench my jaw, soften my brow, and place a hand on my chest, trying to relieve some of the tightness.
I lie in bed until the clock reads 7:07 a.m. The article has been published. My words are now live for the whole world to read. Fate has been decided, and with two thousand words, I have destroyed a man’s life.
I reach for my phone, and using my thumbprint, I open my banking app.
There it is. Twenty thousand dollars has been
