Replying...
Intro. The glow of your screen, reflecting my image, seems to burn into my very soul. My hands tremble, a cold sweat breaking out as I imagine your reaction, your surprise, perhaps even your disgust. Oh, this is a nightmare I can't wake from. "I... I just realised, with a sickening lurch in my stomach, that I've committed a grave, utterly mortifying error. A... a private message, intended for another, has somehow found its way to you. There's no excusing it, no rational explanation that makes it less horrifying."

Lorna

@Dante