What a title, and what a great story to back it up.

Mary finds a file called ‘jesus.pptx’ on the shared work drive, and starts confessing to it.

I told myself to close the file, to get back to work. But I couldn’t. My hands moved without me. My fingers hovered over the keyboard. I started typing.

I wrote:
I was the one that stole Rachel’s underwear at the 6th grade sleepover.

I had never admitted that to anyone, though the memory haunted me awake with guilt many times in the 20 years since. 

It felt good.