_I tried to be good..._

I stared at my hands, covered in the evidence of my crime. I closed my eyes.

"How could you do this to me?" Michael's voice was barely a whisper. I felt my cheeks emblazon red with shame. "Answer me."

Words would not come to me. The only thing in my mind was that I had ruined it. I had ruined it all... The silence stretched between us.

"I tried not to, I really did." I whispered hoarsely. With words unsaid, I begged for forgiveness.

"They were supposed to be mine." Longing now edged in his voice. My shoulders stooped and I curled in on myself.

Today was his birthday. We were supposed to be celebrating with his favorite breakfast. Jelly-filled, chocolate-covered, glazed, a whole double dozen of them. And I had given in to the munchies.

The empty donut boxes glared at me—I hadn't even paid for them. They were delivered as an early morning gift from Michael’s brother. The accompanying birthday card lay haphazardly beside them.

My diet had been going so well until now. Thirty days of clean eating, gone in a brief moment of weakness. Not only had I let him down, I let myself down as well._ I tried to be good._

Michael spun on his heel and stormed out of the kitchen. There was stickiness around me. Or maybe that was just the jelly and glazed sugar on my fingers. I'd fix this, I had to. I turned towards the sink and put the tap on as hot of water as I could stand. But the water could not wash away my guilt.

Once my hands were clean, I went to the door for my car keys. In minutes, I was speeding towards the local Krispy Kreme, intent on rectifying my transgression.

"Six jelly-filled, six chocolate-covered, six glazed, and six long-johns please! " I all but threw my credit card at the clerk. After a painful few minutes waiting for the clerk to box up the fresh donuts, I was back in the car on my way home. I laid my hand on top of the first box.

_Maybe just one more..._ Michael surely wouldn't notice just one, right? I continued driving in a daze.

In the driveway, I slumped over the steering wheel in pain. The boxes on the front seat sat open and accusingly empty…

_Oh no..._