I still carry the burden of that night on my soul, and this could be that. Alexi and I have so much history; I shouldn’t dismiss its effect on me and my sanity. Getting myself worked into hysteria and being stupidly weak over something he has with him on a typical day, so why should I freak about him taking it out of an evening? It’s part of his work uniform and not exactly unknown to be on him.

‘Are you okay?’ Jackson moves to follow me out, but I raise my palm to ...