I’ve been to the bathroom twice in the last twenty minutes or so to empty my overactive bladder. I was so nervous about what was going to happen once Gabriel got back to the room that I couldn’t sit still, and it felt as if my tummy was about to fall to the floor at my feet. I am not looking forward to another day like the last one when he wasn’t talking to me.

I tried justifying my actions to myself but came up short each time. He’d told me not to go in there, and I did. To ...