I haven’t put Natasha’s needs or feelings in this equation at all, and she looks so small and childlike next to Sophs in this moment. She looks like a girl who wouldn’t bounce back from this kind of heartbreak and if I am not one hundred percent sure that I do not want her, then I would be all kinds of a bastard to discard her so cruelly. I would crumble her to dust the way my mom did, and I just can’t. I need to give my relationship one last go.

Sophie catches my eye, looking ...