Wash Everything Away

The kitchen is quiet except for the soft clinking of a spoon against ceramic as Tasha stirs a cup of tea.

My stomach turns to the point of pain and I pick at my nails, too nervous to sit down.

Tasha’s wide, guilt-ridden eyes meet mine for what feels like the hundredth time, her lips parting as she whispers, “I’m so sorry, Jessa. We should have never gone out.”

I shake my head, exhaustion pressin