Twenty minutes later, I'm walking into a restaurant I've never been to before. I need a safe spot. Somewhere no one can find me. Somewhere even my friends won't think to look. Somewhere I don't have to keep up the pretence of being okay.

As I walk through the door, I feel something. It's the first thing I've properly felt in five days. It's a fission of electricity, but I can't place where it is coming from.

I ask the hostess for a table near the window, and as I follow her ...