JennyChapter 7
I woke, feeling disoriented, and for a moment I basked in a sense of freedom from care. Then a wall of despair crashed and thundered about me, a giant tsunami of grief. What had I done to her? How could I have let her develop feelings for me? I waited for the blackness to abate and eventually I had strength to get up and get dressed. I contemplated dressing in the clothes that I wore yesterday, but then I decided that I ought, at least, to look presentable. I laughed mirthlessly, sneering at...