His intense gaze on me is uncomfortable, and I cannot decipher the weird sombre vibe I am getting from him when he’s this close. Or his odd silence now we are no longer physically fighting.

After four months of him eating my brain every night and in one tiny little twenty-minute meeting with him again, I remember every reason I left the hospital and never looked back.

He’s an arsehole.

As the tension hits peak level, I sigh and turn to Mico in complete ...