“Sophie, I just want to talk, to explain.” He starts, his tone ravaged, but I cannot hear this. I don’t want to do this. I hate that he’s making me do this. I won’t go backward and let him fuck with my head and my heart all over again. My insides are close to splitting open and bursting all over the lawn, my lungs feel like an elephant is sitting on them, and my brain is as close to self-combustion as humanly possible.

“I’m not a toy you can pick up and drop anytime you ...