"Promise me you won't back down," I told Hannah as we prepared to walk into her house and talk to the parents.
"I won't if you won't," Hannah replied, and we hooked our fingers together in a pinky-promise.
"I'm getting so nervous right now," I said for the umpteenth time.
Hannah agreed. We opened the door to her house and asked our parents if we could talk. Hannah and her parents remained in the kitchen, I think, while I went upstairs to talk to mine.
And I poured out my heart. I told them everything about my spiritual downfall.