188 BREAKFAST WITH GHOSTS

“It's not his clothes,” Her face fell when she checked the clothes Shawn brought her only to realize they were female clothes. It didn't take a genius to know that the clothes belonged to none other than Sheila. Why the hell is everything revolving around her today? She held her head as she felt her headache worsening. She felt so sick as though she wanted to throw up but she knew it wasn't because of the alcohol she took, it was her guilt making her uncomfortable. Guilt was eating her up like the best thing he had ever tasted and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get rid of it. “No, I can't wear this,” she muttered as she dropped the clothes on the bed. “If I do, I probably won't be able to eat or breathe. It'd be clear I'm having a breakdown and what happens if he asks?” What if I blurt out the truth? That won't be good at all. I'll be in jail immediately and they'll either hang me or give me life imprisonment. Should I just let William know? Perhaps then he'll be a