My throat closed up. I wanted to crumple up and cry, but fresh, hot anger burning inside me didn’t allow me to succumb to my vulnerabilities. I couldn’t just fall apart like I used to. When Gavin reached out for my arm, I slapped his hand away and bristled. “No! Gavin, what you did isn’t okay.” I heard Muriel enter the hallway behind me and saw Aislin’s sympathetic expression, and felt claustrophobic standing between everyone in that tiny space of Gavin’s apartment. “I need some ...