The counselor removed her glasses and rubbed the bridge of her nose as if doing so might help her process the outrageous words that had just been uttered.
Her eyes narrowed, and Mr. Wyatt stood opposite her, his expression a mixture of disbelief and confusion. His eyes were wide as saucers, clearly grappling with what he had just heard—something so baffling it might as well have come from another dimension.
Meanwhile, a chill of horror washed over me. I couldn't fathom my sheer misfortune: someone had uncovered my closely guarded secret and was poised to lay it bare for the entire world to see on the internet.
My heart raced as the weight of impending consequences bore down on me. I was all too aware of my guilt; I had crossed a line, and now I was staring down the barrel of potential charges for my wrongdoing.
