Heavy Guilt

"Oh..." I groaned before swinging my legs off the bed and heading to the shower. After taking a quick shower and dressing for work, I hoped that my usual daily routine would help settle my nerves. However, when I descended the grand staircase downwards, I found my mother already waiting for me in the dining room with a steaming cup of tea in her hand and a look of anticipation on her face when she saw me enter the room.

"Good morning, sweetheart. I've been waiting for you. Did you have a good night's sleep?" she asked before beaming a smile my way.

"Good morning, I slept well, thank you," I replied a little cautiously as I pulled out a chair to take the seat opposite her at the dining table. It felt like the interrogation couldn't be put off any longer.

"I wanted to talk to you a little bit about last night, and you know, about what happened between you and Daniel," my mother began a little hesitantly.