Steve looked up, his expression shifting from surprise to guilt. He quickly rose, the other person in the room—a young man—standing awkwardly to the side. My mind raced, struggling to piece together the scene before me.
“Sarah, I…” Steve began, his voice unsteady. “There’s something I should’ve told you earlier.”
The room seemed to close in around me as I felt the weight of his words before he even uttered them. Everything about our whirlwind romance had felt right, felt perfect. But now, under the glow of the dim bedroom light, I realized there was a part of Steve I didn’t know at all.
