I need to be tougher than this. I used to be tougher than this. I let myself second guess everything but not anymore. Don’t trust the man who can make you feel worthless so easily.

I walk ahead and get to the lift pressing it with my elbow awkwardly, waiting for Jackson to catch up as impatience and anger course through me, fixing my steel armour and putting my walls back up.

It’s a silent trip to the second floor as I gather my wits and pull my face together before I head ...