‘He knows you weren’t trying to kill him. You were scared, upset … drunk.’ Mico turns his attention back to me and seems helpless. Smoothing the edge of my bedclothes awkwardly and tapping his thumb on the overbed table at the foot. That infuriating Alexi trait, and I glance away, pain slicing my soul in two. I hate that he still gets to me when he is not even here.

‘So, what does that mean? I’m forgiven? … life goes on. A pitiful little show from a desperate ...