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Facing Redemption
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Author: Kimberly McKay
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What is wrong with me?
                  She groaned and sat up, looking through her dark room.  The blinds were drawn shut, and the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign had been out, which left her two days worth of towels and dirty laundry.
                  Chastity took stock of the empty bottle on her nightstand and a few others that littered the floor around the bed.  Sitting up to hold her head, she reached for the light. 
    The torn envelope still sat on her desk.  Barely moving, she slowly walked over and stuck it back in the drawer with the letter to which it belonged.
                  Chastity wanted to place all the blame on John.  She focused as hard as she could on the hate she knew she should feel, but somehow in reading through it – it humanized him. She almost felt sorry for the guy, which was an unexpected and unacceptable turn of events.  Chastity flung her hand across the desk, sending the notebooks and pens on top flying across the floor.  As hard as she could, she couldn’t get past the barrier that had been broken in reading the letter.
                  Now I know his history…his story, she thought staring down into the desk drawer .  And … I just want to forget.  Forget I ever read that letter and what it said.  You’re a stupid stupid girl Chastity Wayne!
                  She shut the drawer and slowly turned to crawl back into bed.  She pulled the blanket up over her head, and cradled it.  More than anything she wanted to close her eyes and get more sleep, but that stupid letter and its effects left her in a whirlwind.  Now she had no time to completely recover before Timothy’s upcoming visit.  His arrival was supposed to be something to celebrate, but she couldn’t wrap her head around joy at the moment.
                  By day two, her stomach was rebelling at her for the inadequate treatment it had received.  A few snacks, and some bottled water was not enough to live on.  Chastity knew it was time to move forward.  Besides, she had to let it go or else she’d be giving John control.  And that just wasn’t an option, especially when she had three short days until Timothy’s arrival.
                  With no choice but to snap out of it, she made efforts to start a normal day … if there was such a thing.  Today, Chastity was set to move out of her hotel room and into a leased apartment.  With her art classes back in session the next day, she had too much to do with little to no time.
                  Slowly she got up and made her way to the shower.  It was her haven, where she could truly focus and where she found herself praying most days.  Today wasn’t one of those days. 
    She turned the water up as hot as she could stand and leaned in, allowing her face and head to be fully submerged.  Chastity drew in a few long breaths and paused.  She needed to find something to focus on, to bring herself back from the hell she’d been living for the past two days.  Her thoughts quickly shifted to her art classes and classmates. 
                  So far she’d made some really good friends here in Italy.  Her current art class was a mixture of cultures.  Students had come from near and far to study at under the renowned Shelly Marquis, a woman who was well known for her melding of talent and drive. 
                  In class, there were some who solely came for the experience that Venice and their art could bring them, and then there were those like Chastity, who had vision and wanted to see what they could bring Venice and the art community.  She wanted to leave an impression and be a part of the art culture when she left, and appreciated those that felt the same.
                  The division in the class was obvious.  Those who were more serious started separating from the less studious in a matter of a week.  And it was clear to Chastity which of

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