How the hell was I going to explain everything to her? Where the hell do I start? I felt gutted and raw. There was so much pain inside that I could hardly breathe. How the hell could I tell her everything that I’d learned in the last couple of months? And how will I bear this pain? The pain of what my words might do to her.

Does it really matter? My pain was nothing compared to the hell I just heard in her voice, and though I’m not conceited enough to hold myself responsible for ...