“Yeah, I’m tired,” I reply flatly. I am not sure how else to explain the weird way I know I am behaving. It’s like I have lost all ability to even talk to him anymore. My voice clogs up in my throat with a surge of overwhelming pain at his presence. I try to avoid looking at him and will him to leave until I can at least pull myself together.

Moving to the window, looking outside to the sea view to try and hone my thoughts and emotions into one steadier, more manageable block ...