confession in First Time

The apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of old floorboards settling. I sat cross-legged on our worn couch, cradling a mug of chamomile tea that...

I adjusted my bow tie for the tenth time in the bathroom mirror, my palms sweating against the cheap black satin. The reflection staring back at me looked like someone trying too hard to be an adu...