Sun Mote Copse Blackbird singing

Sugar didn't reply right away when Fen suggested she confess, thus shifting some of the load off herself and onto her friend. She bit her lip and looked sideways. The thought of sharing it with someone was equal parts relieving and terrifying. Ultimately, she decided she wasn't ready yet. And if she told someone, it would be someone she trusted implicitly. She liked Fennec, a lot, but they simply hadn't established that level of trust yet.

"I'm not ready," she admitted. "Is there anything else I can do to..." Sugar paused, worrying at her lip again. "Feel better?" Aside from "fessing up," was there anything else she could do to lighten the burden weighing on her slim, young shoulders?