The next two weeks went by half as terribly as I expected it to. For the first few days, Levi would knock on my door almost every hour. He’d mutter how he was sorry, then would leave.

I only left to collect the food that I ordered because I had no interest in leaving the room and bumping into him.

Sometimes I would leave for the entire day to simply wander around the city and the neighbourhoods. I didn’t have a job since I quit when we decided to have children. If I had known I was ...