The SparkChapter 12
Sunday morning I was feeling really good, lying in bed remembering Heather and our time together. That feeling changed when I picked up the phone I had left in the living room the night before. The first text on it was from Faith and I immediately felt guilty with what Heather and I had done. Thinking that I was going to get yelled at via text message I looked at the first message and the header in capital letters was titled, "PROBLEM." What it turned out was not her bitching at me but was...