The moon was bright. Shining, casting a light on all that was wrong. It didn’t let up. It couldn’t.

But it didn’t matter. All transgressions were to be forgiven the morning after. There was always the morning after. There was always a way to explain things or find a better light in which to see them.

But tonight she couldn’t see that morning after path. There would be consequences once the dawn came and she opened up her eyes.