I wait in the living room for her to emerge from the bedroom. It takes her a few minutes and at times I hear a few mumblings, as if she’s speaking to herself. Once she finally makes her way out into the living, dressed in some of my old clothes that I never wore, I’m instantly star struck. She smells so good and all I want to do is wrap her in my arms.

I take a step toward her, my right boot thumping loudly against the floor. It makes her jump back before she shakes her head.

“Sorry, you ...