CHAPTER 1: PILLOW HUMPING SECRET
ELLIE’S POV
Dear Diary,
I’m supposed to be asleep, but my pen won’t stop shaking and my heart races like I just ran laps around the church parking lot.
It’s me, Ellie.
Yes, that Ellie—the one who still wears the little silver cross necklace Grandma gave me for my sweet sixteen and who volunteers to fold the hymnals after Sunday service.
Mom says I’m “such a blessing,” and Callum, my stepdad, always ruffles my hair and calls me “kiddo” like I’m still in pigtails.
I’ve never even let a boy hold my hand without my palms getting sweaty and my brain screaming sinner, sinner, sinner.
But Diary, something is wrong with me. Or maybe right? I don’t know.
This hot, fluttery pressure low in my tummy keeps sneaking up on me at choir practice, during fa
