I stood fifty feet above the ground
clutching the metal railing, engulfed in the August sunset. Every fiber of my
body rang with the shame and guilt of the past bubbling up from within. Yet, I
couldn't face the truth. It was too painful. What a coward I was.
Though I could feel his gaze burning
a hole into the back of my head, though my fingers were going numb against the
metal railing, I couldn't even take one second to turn around and acknowledge
his presence. Instead, I stared with tear-stained eyes, at the shimmering
Atlanta skyline awash in an unforgiving orange glare.
He pretended to cough behind me.
