Caught Between Worlds

I’m married to James, who’s always away on deployments. We communicate through letters and the occasional call, but we’ve drifted apart... Recently, I met Sarah at church, someone who understands military life better than anyone... She offered me a shoulder to lean on when my marriage felt distant... We started confiding in each other over coffee... One afternoon, we couldn’t keep our hands off one another... It was wrong and right all at once... James is home now, but I can't bring myself to tell him what happened with Sarah... Every time I think about confessing, guilt claws at my chest... Why did I do this? Was it just a lapse in judgment or something deeper?...