I walk out of the bathroom, draped in his fluffy robe, free of grime, the city smells, and chaos. Refreshed by the shower, I told him I needed to take alone, and I feel less surreal. I needed some head space to process this stuff, and even though he was reluctant to let me out of his sight, he agreed. As long as I knew he would be charging in if I took too long. I didn’t doubt he would.

He’s sat on the bed when I walk out, backed up against the headboard, his phone in his hand and ...